Healed By Love

CHAPTER 3

AUDELIA'S POV

"Maybe take it as something less brutal for once. Not everything revolves around killing people." Diana comments, breaking the peaceful bubble I thought we were in. "You never know what will happen. Maybe you two will find someone you love. Right Elizabeth?" I roll my eyes.

"Yeah yeah." Lizzie replies nonchalantly.

"And by love of your life do you mean men with money irrespective of age?" I bat my eyelashes at her. "Because that is not my type unfortunately though I know it's yours, right?"

"Mind your tongue when you are talking to me Audelia."

"Or what?" I raise a brow at her. "What are you going to do?"

"Just because you are the best assassin does not meet you are untouchable Audelia. There will be someone who will bring you down."

"I know." I agree which confuses her. "And I also know that, that someone is not you."

"You are so proud of your title that you think you are invincible, don't you?"

"Of course I am proud for my title. I did not obtain it by marrying someone."

She scoffs, tucking a strand of her copper hair behind her ears before continuing. "Your title is just a way to sugar-coat the fact that you are nothing but a murderer."

"Mom, don't start this again." Ezra interrupts her.

"No. I think its time someone finally humbled her." She says, looking at me with nothing but hatred and loathe for unknown reasons. "Let me tell you something Audelia, being a murderer will not get you anywhere in life. You are just someone heartless. Someone who does not care about others. It is not anything you should be proud of."

"Yes, I am a murderer and if you don't shut your mouth, you will be next." I say carelessly, riling her up. "And I do care about people. Its just that I don't care about you."

"You cannot kill me. Your father will not let that happen."

"Is he here right now?" I smirk, my fingers drumming on the table as I study what I can use as a weapon.

"You just brag about your skills to murder pe-" Before she can complete her sentence, I pick up the knife that is next to my plate and launch it in her direction. It goes past her- missing her perfectly styled copper hair by millimetres- into the wall behind her.

Eyes wide, she spins around, looking at the knife nestled in the wall. Her face flushes red as she spins back to look at me and I hold back a taunting grin. Instead, I just raise an eyebrow at her, challenging her to say anything.

"You bitch-" She starts but freezes in her seat as another knife is launched in her direction, grazing the skin on her neck and drawing out blood as it hits the chair. She grows pale but her light blue eyes are ablaze.

"You were saying?" I tease, not bothering to hold back the smile as I twirl another knife in my hand. Maybe next time when I come here they will stop placing cutlery around.

"You are a psycho." She nearly yells as she gets back to her senses.

"Aww, that might be the nicest thing you ever said to me." I wipe a fake tear from my eyes. "Thank you for the compliment."

"You will pay for this." She pulls out the knife from chair and throws it at me. I catch the knife in my hand, the sharp blade digging in the flesh of my palm and soon red liquid oozes out from the cut, covering the silver blade red as it drips onto the table.