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Chapter 17|The Assassin’s Confession

Chapter 17: 17|The Assassin’s Confession

Vivian found him on the roof, of all places — a small, flat stretch of shingles accessible through a hallway window Allen hadn’t even realized was climbable until he found her already seated there, legs dangling over the edge, face tilted up toward a sky she couldn’t see but could apparently still feel.

"You’re getting predictable," she said without turning, the faintest smile touching her lips as he settled beside her. "I heard you three streets before you even reached the house."

"Should I be worried about that?"

"Only if you’re planning on sneaking up on me anytime soon." Her smile widened slightly, though something more guarded lingered beneath it tonight. "I like the roof. Wind carries sound differently up here. Easier to hear the whole city breathing."

Allen settled beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her, and let the silence stretch comfortably for a while before speaking.

"Myria told me a little about her past," he said carefully. "Irene and Everlyn too, in their own ways. I don’t want to push, but... I’d like to understand you better too. If you’re willing."

Vivian was quiet for a long moment, fingers tracing idle patterns against the rough shingles beneath her. "I was born into the Wolvesberg guild," she said finally, voice quieter than her usual confident cadence. "Assassination division. Not exactly common knowledge — guilds prefer their combat divisions stay in the spotlight while divisions like mine stay very much out of it."

"An entire guild division built around assassins?"

"Every guild has one, whether they admit it publicly or not," Vivian said, a humorless edge creeping into her voice. "Dungeon politics get messy. Sometimes messy problems require quiet solutions." She paused. "I was good at providing them. Very good, actually. Elite-classified by nineteen, which is rare even among assassination specialists."

"What happened?" Allen asked gently.

Vivian’s jaw tightened faintly, fingers stilling against the shingles. "A mission went wrong. Target turned out to be better prepared than intelligence suggested — some kind of blinding toxin, delivered through an ambush I should have detected and didn’t. Permanent damage. No cure, no workaround, nothing but a lifetime of darkness in exchange for one bad night."

"I’m sorry."

"Don’t be," she said, though the words came out sharper than perhaps intended, and she softened them with a quiet exhale a moment later. "Sorry isn’t really what I need from you, Allen. What I need you to understand is what happened after."

"Tell me."

Vivian’s hands curled slightly in her lap. "Assassins who lose their sight don’t get retired gracefully. We become liabilities holding secrets far too valuable to simply release into the world. My own guild considered quietly eliminating me before my family intervened — pulled enough political strings to arrange this marriage instead, framing it as mercy." A bitter laugh. "It wasn’t mercy. It was disposal with better optics. Hide the loose end somewhere convenient, let a disgraced heir take responsibility for cleanup, wash their hands of the whole mess."

Allen felt something cold settle in his stomach. "They considered killing you."

"Seriously considered it," Vivian confirmed, voice steady despite the weight of the admission. "Which is why, that first day in the car, I couldn’t understand why you looked at us like people instead of liabilities. It didn’t make sense. Every instinct I had, every year of training telling me to read intent before trusting anyone, kept insisting there had to be an angle I wasn’t seeing yet."

"And now?" Allen asked quietly.

Vivian turned toward him then, purple eyes fixed somewhere just past his face with the same eerie, practiced precision she always carried, though something far more vulnerable lingered beneath the surface tonight. "Now I’ve spent three weeks listening to your heartbeat every single time you’re near me, Allen. Listening for the lie, for the angle, for the moment the mask slips and I find out this was all some elaborate performance." Her voice softened, unguarded in a way he’d never heard from her before. "It never comes. Not once. Not even when you think no one’s paying attention."

"Because there isn’t a mask," Allen said simply. "There never was."

Vivian’s breath caught faintly, something raw and disbelieving flickering behind her composed exterior. "I know," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper now. "That’s what terrifies me most. I spent my whole life trained to detect deception. I don’t know what to do with something that’s just... real."

"You don’t have to do anything with it," Allen said gently. "Just let it be real. That’s all I’m asking."

For a long moment, Vivian said nothing at all, simply sitting with the weight of that admission, the city’s distant hum filling the silence between them. Then, slowly, she reached out, fingers finding his jaw with the same unerring precision she brought to everything, and closed the remaining distance between them herself.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, careful in a way that mirrored everything about how Vivian approached the world — calculated, precise, but utterly, achingly genuine beneath the surface.

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When they finally parted, Vivian’s usual composed mask had slipped entirely, replaced by something soft and unguarded and quietly amazed.

"Well," she said, voice slightly unsteady, "that was considerably less terrifying than I expected."

Allen laughed, warm and genuine, and reached out to take her hand properly this time, lacing their fingers together against the rough shingles beneath them. "I could get used to being less terrifying."

"Don’t get used to it too quickly," Vivian said, though the teasing warmth in her voice entirely undercut the words. "I still have several hundred more corrections to make about your throwing form, remember. Can’t have you getting soft on me now that I’ve decided you’re worth keeping around."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," Allen said, and settled more comfortably beside her beneath the wide, quiet sky, feeling — for the first time since his family had cast him aside — like every broken piece of this strange, forced marriage had finally begun clicking into place.