AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Freddie…”
“People thought I lost my mind when I grieved for a woman I just met,” I say, “but I couldn’t bring myself to accept that you were gone. The woman I was so sure I’d spend the rest of my life with.”
“How can you be so sure?” she whispers, barely moving her lips.
“Because of this.” I stroke her soft cheek. She trembles at my touch and whimpers. “Because I know that no matter how long I live, I will never experience this feeling again. Some people call it soul mates. Others call it love at first sight. You’ve been mine since that night five years ago, and you’re still mine now.” I tip her chin up to face me. Flashbacks race through my mind of that night on the street when we kissed, and she took my breath away. I’ve never got it back since, not until now. “You’re trying to fight it, except I know you feel it too because I’m as much yours as you are mine. It doesn’t matter whether you fuck other men or what happened in the time we’ve been apart. We’re meant to be.”
Fear crosses her face, and she says, “You can’t know that. You don’t know me, not properly.”
“Maybe not,” I reply, “but I know how I feel. You are mine. You always will be.”
A rare ray of sunshine hits the side of my face.
“Heterochromia,” she murmurs.
Time stands still.
“You didn’t forget.”
“No,” she answers, putting her hands over mine. “I never forgot.”
CHAPTER12
IVY
Itry to hold onto the years of training, ruthless logic, and calculating reasoning that allowed me to become one of the best assassins, but Freddie’s words transcend that. He speaks to another part of me. Part of me that I thought died with Daisy. He speaks to Ivy Penrose before she became a killer.
When I’m around Freddie, I become the woman who was excited about meeting a man who intrigued her. A man she felt an instant connection to and who, despite her instincts screaming that this is a bad idea, understands exactly what Freddie is saying.
When I swore my loyalty to the Killers Club, I underwent an initiation process and a series of tests. A process where you tell them everything about your life before. This includes the basic facts: where you grew up, went to school, where your parents used to work, and your relationship history, but it also goes into more detail, delving and picking apart everything that makes you who you are. Before becoming an agent, you take an oath. An oath to contact no one from your old life. An oath I’d not broken because I never mentioned Freddie’s name.
“Have you ever been in love?” Alaric had asked, following a string of intimate questions about my sex life that made me blush.
“No,” I replied, but a part of me hesitated.
I couldn't have been in love with Freddie, right? We only met once. I figured I misremembered the feeling and chose to say nothing. I never planned to contact Freddie again, but a small part of me liked how he was my secret.
If I hadn't trained to be a killer, he would have given me a chance at a normal life. He was my fantasy man. The real Freddie, a Duke, is not the person I’d built up in my head over the years.
Yet, despite that, my skin still tingles when he touches me. I never forgot about him. He was my shred of hope that I clutched onto, and he’s right here.
“You found your way back to me for a reason,” Freddie says, transporting me back to the kitchen.
Yes, but not for the reason he thinks…
The shattering realisation that I have to kill him hits me as our lips collide. He kisses me like we’re the only two people left on earth, and I’m grounding him to reality. It’s a kiss that makes me forget why I’m here, and what my name is. He takes me back to a cold February night…
I respond with equal hunger and passion, picking up where we left off. He runs his hands through my hair as my fingers stumble on his shirt buttons. I lose my patience, tearing at them and sending them flying. He growls as I tug his jacket off.
I want him. Fuck, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. My body acts on its own accord as if I’ve finally come home. If this was never supposed to happen, why does it feel so inevitable?
I undo his belt and slide my hand into his trousers. His cock is warm and silky in my hands. He’s thick and long, big enough that I’m scared he’ll destroy me. But I need him. I need tofeelhim.
He groans into my mouth as I stroke him. Then, just as fast, he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“Not like this,” he murmurs into my mouth, his soft stubble tickling my cheeks.
“What?” I gasp. “But—”
