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    Although Christina had stepped away from the assassin’s path, her name still drew attention. Rivals and those she had surpassed in both reputation and skill were still hunting for a chance to settle the score. Her reputation as the top assassin was both a shield and a curse. The throne at the top of the assassin hierarchy demanded constant vignce. Anyone craving that title would have to challenge her first. Even those content with second ce would dly see her fall.


    Davina never cared about the Scott family’s legacy. Her only concern was Christina’s safety—the friend she cherished most. Trust ran deep between them. Of everyone in her world, Christina was the one she believed inpletely. That faith was mutual, unshakeable on both sides.


    A gentle promise followed. “I understand,” Christina assured her, her voice quiet but resolute.


    Danger never truly frightened Christina, but being hunted by too many at once could wear anyone down. Out in the open, threats could be faced head-on. But hidden enemies? They left her constantly watching her back, never at ease. All she wanted was the quiet certainty of a simple life—days free of danger, filled only with peace. No one wished to spend every hour in the shadow of mortal peril.


    After chatting with Davina for a while longer, Christina ended the call and made her way back to Dn’s ward. Upon entering, she noticed that every trace of the recent…


    The fight had vanished — the assassin’s body gone, the space pristine, as if violence had never touched it.


    Christina’s gaze drifted to Dn, still lost in a deep sleep, unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded. Her gentle eyes traced his features—his sharp nose, lips pressed together, their color a touch too pale.


    Morning arrived. Golden sunlight spilled through the window, casting soft patterns across the sheets. Dn’s eyelids flickered as he drifted toward waking. He blinked, slowly adjusting to the light, and noticed his hand enveloped in another’s grasp. Confusion creased his brow.


    Lowering his gaze, he spotted Christina slumped at his bedside, one delicate hand wrapped firmly around his. A smile cracked across his parched lips, faint but real.


    Though thirst gnawed at him, seeing Christina there made everything else fade into the background. Relief poured through him as he realized she was safe, real, and within reach — not just a fleeting dream.


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    The nightmare still clung to him — a horrifying scene where Christina had been in mortal danger, and he had been powerless to help. The heart-wrenching pain of losing her in that dream had left him with a hollow ache. As the fear subsided, a quiet understanding began to bloom. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for Christina had shifted, growing deeper than he’d ever expected. Yet the exact moment of that change escaped him.


    It dawned on Dn that there was truly something unique about Christina, something that set her apart from everyone else. Right now, she was curled up beside him, the back of her head the only thing he could see, yet his heart raced as their hands remained intertwined. Never before had her presence felt so vital, and he realized, perhaps for the first time, that he was somewhat smitten.


    An impulse overtook him. His strong fingers tightened around Christina’s slender hand. Letting go was unthinkable—he wanted to hold onto her forever. His gaze lingered on her peaceful form, as if by memorizing her in this moment, he could keep her forever.


    So absorbed in Christina, Dn remained oblivious to the world around him,pletely unaware of another presence in the room.


    Not far away, Ralphy stirred on the sofa and groggily opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of Christina sleeping in the bedside chair, her head resting gently on the edge of the bed.


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