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“But they are,” I argue.
He thinks for a moment before he replies, “Let me rephrase that. They're not innocent.” Gesturing at me, he continues, “I don’t go around killing people like you. My targets are mostly criminals.”
My eyebrow darts up. “Mostly?”
“There’s the rare occasion when I take out a businessman.”
His words make a tremor ripple through my body. “Like my father?”
Max keeps quiet for a moment before he answers, “I don’t kill politicians. It’s too messy.” He seems to think about something, then he admits, “Only once did I shoot an innocent person, but it was an accident, and it’s something I regret deeply. Luckily, the person survived.”
It comforts me to hear that he can feel remorse for the mistake he made. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes jumping over Max. “Do we go on as normal?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“And you?” I ask while freeing my legs. “What do you want?”
Max stares at me for a long moment until I start to feel like a caged bird.
“What I want doesn’t matter. As long as you trust I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, we’re good.”
It feels like there’s a magnetic force coming from him, and it makes me lean forward.
I want to get closer.
“Is it weird that I trust you?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and there’s a flicker of relief in his eyes. “No. It’s not weird.”
My tone is soft and almost intimate as I ask, “Do you trust me?”
Again Max stares at me until every nerve ending in my body tingles.
“Yes.” Just as I feel the relief the word brings, he adds, “You’re a clever woman. You won’t do anything stupid to endanger your life.”
“Is that a threat?”
Max shakes his head. “It’s common sense.”
Chapter 13
Max
The conversation went much smoother than I expected.
Camille didn’t freak out and kept a cool head, which makes me respect her even more. Once again, I’m so fucking thankful I didn’t accidentally kill her all those years ago.
When she asked what I wanted, emotions I’ve never felt before waged war in my chest.
I want her. Even if it’s just for one night.
I want the chance to feel what it’s like to be with such an incredible woman.
But I can’t have her, and I’m sure now that she knows I’m an assassin, anything romantic between us will never be an option.
Contrary to popular belief, being an assassin doesn’t get you laid. Most women distance themselves from danger and don’t get into bed with it.
My eyes drift over her face, still searching for any sign she’s going to freak out.
