ABIGEAL

FUCK MY LIFE.

“Why does trouble seem to follow you everywhere you go?” I hissed at Blaine amidst the screams of people. An ironic thing to say, considering that the only reason why I was here was because I was contracted to kill him. And I followed him wherever he went.

“Why have you immediately assumed that they are here for me?” He shot back, risking a glance over his shoulder before ducking back down behind the table. I wanted to tell him it wasn't an assumption, but I couldn't.

I recognized the man from Morgan Soliz's madhouse. He was one of the people who had been cloaked in...