Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

In less than a heartbeat, the dagger could slice through her throat.

Starting tonight, Ricardo's identity would be thoroughly erased from Stellar Stage Entertainment.

There was no trace of panic on Ricardo's face. To him, taking a life was second nature. His arm tensed to strike, but Aubree's grip on the tip of his ear sent a confusing warmth through him, causing him to shudder and the dagger to slip from his sleeve. This was a grave mistake.

"Clang."

The sound was especially clear in the quiet of the dressing room, where only the two of them stood.

Ricardo's eyes snapped open, filled with murderous intent.

Oblivious to the danger, Aubree stared at the dagger on the ground, surprise flickering in her eyes. She stooped to pick it up and placed it on the makeup table. "Why are you carrying a paring knife around? Aren't you afraid you might hurt yourself?" Both Aubree and Brielle had seen Ricardo kill on the night she was hurt. He seemed to go mad.

But in their view, it was just a reaction of someone driven to temporary insanity by fear. It never crossed their minds that a teenage boy could be the top assassin on the hit list, the chameleon killer.

That world was too far removed from theirs.

When Aubree saw the dagger, she first thought it was used for peeling apples.

The assassination plan failed. Tonight's debacle was enough to pin Ricardo to a pillar of shame. He took a deep breath and managed a smile at Aubree. "Yeah, for apples. Thank you, Aubree. Let me peel one for you."

on the makeup table. Ricardo took the dagger and began to peel with exaggerated care. This incident could

about Aubree? Should he silence

feigned wisdom. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your

and the sharp blade sliced a long gash across his fingertip.

Another mistake.

startled by his injury, produced a band-aid

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had never felt so

watched Aubree, who was bandaging his finger, not realizing what

and let it go. He could tell that, in some ways, Aubree

in others, they were

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a night and get some sleep." He

she left, Ricardo stared at the

to a rather secluded

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