Humphrey Lexington

“Get away from me!” I shrieked when Humphrey closed the distance between us. “Listen to me, please…” he begged but I just looked away, avoiding his gray eyes. “I don’t even know you,” I muttered using my icy tone. “Alistair Ross? What other names do you use to fool others?” I asked him with hatred. “Humphrey Alistair Ross Lexington is my full name. I didn’t lie to you about my name,” he answered painfully. I scoffed and gave him a grin. “Everything about you is a lie.” “I was sincere when I told you I would marry you. I was even ready to abandon the kind of life I had just to be with you,” his voice cracked but he remained composed and calm. “And what kind of life was that?” I’m scared to know the truth. I wanted to turn a blind eye but I couldn't. “You wouldn’t want to know anything about it.” He avoided my gaze and swallowed hard. “Tell me or you won’t see me ever again,” I threatened him. “Tell me what are you,” I reiterated. “I’m a hitman.” I knew it. He is not an ordinary man. I closed my eyes and the tears I’d been holding back fell non-stop. “I’ve been spending my whole life killing elites,” he added. How did everything come to this? Would things unfold differently if we hadn't met each other a year ago?