The Assassin's Unfinished Hunt
After driving several kilometers away from the reservoir, the blonde assassin finally eased off the accelerator.
The roar of the engine gradually faded into the quiet night.
Moonlight spilled across the empty highway, illuminating the sleek black sports car as it cut through the darkness.
The Queen kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, her sapphire-blue eyes fixed ahead.
Yet her thoughts were nowhere near the road.
They were all occupied by one man.
Julian D'Aurelius.
"..."
The silence inside the car only made everything that had just happened replay more vividly.
She had gone there with one purpose.
To kill him.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Yet...
Not only had she failed...
She had escaped alive.
That alone was enough to leave her confused.
Her brows knitted together.
"Why..."
She muttered softly.
"Why didn't he chase me?"
She had already driven a considerable distance.
