- Jaymz) I thought by pressing the “call” button, the girl would be grateful for medication. Instead, when the doctor walked in, she dug her nails into my arm, drawing blood. I protested, but she wasn’t focused on me. She just said, “Silence, boy,” and stared at the doctor. When she called me “boy”, I got mad. Not just mad, I was fuming. I jerked my arm out of her grasp and walked around to the doctor. “She needs some sedative, I think she’s hallucinating,” I told him. Behind me, I heard the girl shift her weight on the bed. “Bastardo Templare dottore!” she growled. I turned to face her, then immediately ducked. She flew past my head, landing on the doctor. He grunted as his head hit the floor, but got up and threw her across the room. Literally. She hit the wall and ground hard. “What are you doing?!?” The girl’s golden eyes flickered toward me, then back to the doctor. The doctor, however, saw her look at me. He lunged at me, then caught me in a chokehold. However, he didn’t strangle me. “What are you going to do, huh, Assassin? You could attack me and I’ll wring this boy’s neck, or come quietly and I’ll save him.” She lowered her eyes. “Assassin?” I asked, incredulous. She nodded. Suddenly, it all made sense. Her speed, her tolerance to pain, her ability with the knife, how she knew the man with the gun was in the alley. It was all part of her training. I looked at her again. It seemed she was thinking of her choices, staring a bit to the right of my leg. Her eyes flicked to mine, then back to my leg, almost too fast to be seen. Then I remembered: the dagger. Slowly, I reached down and touched the handle. I watched her. She nodded. Silently, I unsheathed it. “So, you surrender, Assassin? Good choi…” he never finished his sentence.
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