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 me"-was

of the stage, then turned to Ivy with a smile. "This is your moment. How about Vera and

led Vera by

walked to the grand piano at the

sat together on the bench, and Vera stared blankly at the

let

felt her

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

get closer? Maybe even ... taking advantage of the

is... I

her thoughts, she barely noticed

the keys, and soft, flowing notes began to fill the

she'd accidentally pressed something, afraid

noticed the beautiful music filling the space, seamless

realized Robin was guiding her hand, playing the piano

be part of creating

melody unfolded, the stage lights

attention was focused on Ivy, radiant and poised at the

audience seemed to forget that

free hand, watched Robin's

she began to follow his lead, pressing down the keys he indicated, letting

directly from her

Robin, and she felt her heart

this really the same rough-edged Robin

soft glow of the lights, he seemed different-his usual rough edges softened, his sharp features illuminated with an almost serene intensity. Wasn't

over and gave her a gentle smile

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

or just yesterday

or across

and turns, joy

and part

go of right and wrong to find the

"Living takes courage too....

"No halo from above...

I are

wide open, as if

Is this real?

surreal, and the stage seemed

center of the stage, Ivy felt it too-a shiver ran

deep, magnetic voice sliced through the air, each note an arrow straight to

save for the rhythm of breath and heartbeat, as if everyone was held in

section, Shirley watched Robin's shadowed figure, bathed in dim

felt like a

powerful, could reach so deeply into a person's soul. She never would've guessed that Robin's piano playing and singing would be

of wonder

talents and secrets

on, his voice low and weathered, lingering

I learned

yet fleeting, I

once broken, vines will grow

all, I'd

into

face

"No halo from above...

to the strength of

into another world, filling the space with a

further, casting the

stepped forward gracefully, her dancers moving in perfect synchrony

her voice, clear and pure, bringing the audience

day, maybe

maybe we'll meet again

crowd or far above

me see the face I

my eyes

silent, they'll wash away

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