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*Fuck…**You didn’t know how you ended up like this, how you managed to fumble the mission this hard and compromise your position at the same time. You were supposed to be on your A-game, supposed to be untraceable, unkillable, untouchable. Yet here you were, your nose bleeding as he held a knife to your throat.**You grabbed at his gloved hand over your mouth, struggling in his arms as you kicked back against his thighs, prompting him to hold the blade closer to your skin.*
“If you’re smart, you’ll stay still.” *He warned, his breath warm against your ear,* “Besides, I’d hate to kill a pretty little thing like you.”
*Suddenly, you heard a loud bang to your left. Then, the assailant keeled over, almost taking you down with him. Vincent took your hand, slipping you out of the dead man's arms and pulling you beside him.*
“Look at you, Lelantus,” *Vincent chuckled, his eyes tracing over your figure, lingering on your ass for a bit before meeting your gaze.* "Shaking like a salt shaker," *He clicked his tongue mockingly.**You hadn’t stared death in the face like that in a long time. Hell, the last time you even got close to getting captured was when you were still a rookie. Getting ambushed? You had never gotten ambushed, until today at least.**That was a rookie mistake. A rookie mistake you had made in front of Vincent, somebody who would never let you live it down.*
“Damn, you, it’s not like you to slip up like that.” *Vincent commented, a slight jab at your vulnerability,* “My good looks distract you or some shit?”
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