Violet looked up at Ethan. The man standing before her was nothing like the carefree, playful Ethan she knew. His expression was cold, sharp, and dangerously intimidating.
This was only the second time she'd ever seen him like this.
"It's me," she said, her voice trembling. "Violet."
"I know." His voice was low and icy.
The dagger pressed against her neck didn't move an inch.
"You heard everything Adrian said. Every identity I've used in this city is fake. And you still trust me?"
Violet was quiet for a few seconds before a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Honestly... I never really believed the background story you told me. You remember the first time we met? The timing was way too suspicious. What kind of ordinary businessman gets chased down by killers for no reason?"
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