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.

simple phrase

a smile. "This is your

Vera by

walked to the grand

blankly at the black-and-white keys, not sure where

still hadn't let

felt her pulse

eye, she stole a glance at him. Was

trying to get closer? Maybe even ...

is... I don't

in her thoughts, she barely

her fingers touched the keys, and soft, flowing notes began to fill the

accidentally pressed something, afraid she'd ruined the

music filling the space, seamless and

Robin was guiding her hand, playing the piano alongside her. Astonishment flooded through

her fingers could be part of creating something so

unfolded, the

and poised at the

seemed to forget that Vera and Robin

of what to do with her free hand, watched Robin's

down the keys

as if every sound was pulled directly from her heart, an expression of feelings she'd never

glance at Robin, and she

the same rough-edged

usual rough edges softened, his sharp features illuminated with an almost serene intensity.

if sensing her gaze, Robin looked over and gave her a gentle smile before leaning toward the

voice filled the hall, rich and warm, like

far away, or just yesterday

across

twists and turns, joy and

and part

of right and wrong to find

"Living takes courage too....

"No halo from above...

I

wide open, as

Is this real?

felt surreal, and the stage seemed to pulse with a

stage, Ivy felt it too-a shiver ran

air,

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

section, Shirley watched Robin's shadowed figure, bathed

felt like a

this powerful, could reach

of wonder

and

low and weathered, lingering in

I

is long, yet fleeting,

heart once broken, vines

it all, I'd gladly

into the

a face dirt-streaked

"No halo from above...

on to the strength

all into another world, filling the space

casting the stage in

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

voice, clear and pure, bringing the

day, maybe I'll drift

maybe we'll meet

or far above

see the face I love

eyes

they'll

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