When you’re born without a trace, no one knows you’re a weapon.
I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her.
She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t care why. I do.
Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them.
Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings.
Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns shouldn’t have hearts.
Yet we do. It turns out our emotions are our greatest weapon.
And I know exactly where mine are aimed.