Damian's Assassin (Chapter Six, page 1 of 27)


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"Oh, my god, cookies!" Darian exclaimed.

Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian. He was dressed in all black again from turtleneck to heavy boots despite the heat of early afternoon, the color emphasizing the zero body fat of his lean body.

"Sunny!" he called.

She couldn't get over seeing a grown man acting like a teenager. She pulled the last of the cookies from the oven and set them on top to cool.

"If you sit on the couch, she'll come to you," she offered, watching as Darian searched the condo.

"I've never had a cat," he said, excited. "What do they eat?"

"Cat food."

"Oh."

She bit back a laugh as he reddened. He sat, and she took in his flawed features, wondering what could leave such entrenched scars.

"You want some cookies?" she asked.

"Yeah! Hi Sunny!"

She brought him a plate of warm cookies and a glass of milk. Sunny perched on his thigh, purring as he patted her.

"Dusty's apartment is soooo boring," Darian complained.

"It needs color," she agreed.

"He's a dictator," he supplied. "He probably scared the color right out of the condo."

She laughed.

"He's a good guy, though," Darian admitted. "I'm not easy to live with, and the structure is good for me." He rolled his eyes, as if repeating something he heard regularly.

"He saved me from bad guys," she said.

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