The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Chapter 191 All I Want is Your Simplicity

Robin held Vera's cold, trembling hand, his thumb brushing gently over her damp palm.

"Just look into my eyes, and you won't feel nervous."

His voice soft yet steady, cutting through the distant hum of the music.

Vera's gaze lifted to meet his.

In that instant, the world around them faded. It was like being struck by lightning-a flash that left everything else in shadow.

His eyes were clear and steady, as vast and calm as a night sky full of stars.

The anxieties that had gripped her melted away in that starlit glow.

For a heartbeat, she was utterly captivated, lost in the warmth of his smile.

Waves of emotion rose within her.

She realized, with a start, that she'd never looked at him this closely before.

"Feeling a little better?" Robin asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

His broad hand and his soft words were a far cry from the emotionally clueless Robin she thought she knew.

"Just follow my lead. Do what I do, and you won't feel embarrassed."

Still holding his gaze, Vera gave a resolute nod. Everything else had faded; there was only him, grounding her in this surreal moment.

"Can you play an instrument?" he asked as they walked, hand in hand, toward the center of the stage, with Ivy just ahead of them.

"No," Vera admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Robin chuckled softly. "Then what can you do?"

That disarming smile nearly sent her heart racing out of her chest.

"I ... I can't really do anything," she replied honestly, feeling oddly vulnerable.

"Nothing at all?" Robin's smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Vera nodded with conviction, a determined look in her eyes.

A smirk curved across Robin's lips. "So, in 20 years, you've done nothing but eat and sleep like a pig?"

"Huh?" Vera was momentarily stunned, catching a hint of mischief in those starry eyes.

She snapped out of her trance.

D*mn him. Did he seriously just call her a pig? Right now?

She shot him a sharp glare, hissing under her breath. "You jerk! You better come up with something-I really don't know what I'm doing up here!" Robin's grin only widened. "Alright, it's official. You're a helpless little pig," he teased. "Fine, then. Just follow me."

"Okay." Vera nodded, resigned. She didn't really have a choice.

Her mind was a complete blank.

She used to think standing on stage looked easy.

Now, under the glaring lights and with all eyes on them, she knew she'd been wrong.

Gripping his hand tighter, she let him lead, grounding herself in his steady presence.

The bright lights and countless faces blurred together, an endless sea of anticipation.

She barely registered what Robin was saying. She just knew she had no control over any of it.

But strangely, she wasn't afraid. She wasn't nervous.

As long as Robin was beside her, holding her hand, she could face anything.

phrase "Follow

to the center of the stage, then turned to Ivy with a smile. "This is your moment. How about Vera and I play piano to accompany you?" Ivy gave a knowing nod, her

led Vera

to the grand piano at the edge of

together on the bench, and Vera stared blankly

still hadn't let go

felt her

a glance at him. Was he planning to hold her hand

to get closer? Maybe

I

in her thoughts, she barely noticed Robin's grip tighten

fingers touched the keys, and soft, flowing

accidentally pressed something, afraid she'd ruined the

music filling the space,

hand, playing the piano alongside her. Astonishment

imagined her fingers could be part of creating something

the gentle melody unfolded, the stage lights slowly

was focused on Ivy, radiant and

forget that Vera and Robin were

free hand,

follow his lead, pressing down the

if every sound was pulled directly from her heart, an expression

Robin,

same rough-edged

seemed different-his usual rough edges softened, his sharp features

gaze, Robin looked over and gave

resonant voice filled the hall, rich and warm, like honeyed wine lingering

far away, or just yesterday

or across the

twists and turns,

and

and wrong to find the

"Living takes courage too....

"No halo from above...

I are

wide open, as if she'd stumbled

Is this real?

stage seemed to

of the stage, Ivy felt it too-a

voice sliced through the air, each note

for the rhythm of breath and heartbeat, as if

section, Shirley watched Robin's shadowed figure,

felt like

a voice could be this powerful, could reach so deeply into a person's soul.

of wonder lit her

how many talents and secrets do you

voice low and weathered, lingering in the air

heartbreak, I learned

yet

broken, vines will

all, I'd gladly

down into

face dirt-streaked in

"No halo from above...

on to the strength of

another world, filling the space with a melancholy

lights dimmed further, casting the stage

front, Ivy stepped forward gracefully, her dancers moving in perfect

voice, clear and pure, bringing the audience

maybe I'll drift

we'll meet

crowd or

the face I love

my eyes fill

silent, they'll wash away

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