BISCOTTI.

“Rude…. But understandable. I’m not here to kill you though, if that’s what you think.”

                           _{———HE SCOFFED AT THE ASSURANCE. the assassin’s words came with a tone that brought a smile to his face. fingers unfolded, he traced over the grain of the wooden table.}

        _{❝ that is, if you could manage that alone? ❞}