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“what?” she nearly barked at her assassin-- momentarily forgetting that they shared a friendship that should’ve been prioritized before her duty to her queen. “how can you take another job from someone else?” her eyebrows were furrowed in a combination of confusion and anger. she felt betrayed, but why was she surprised? an assassin’s loyalty can always be bought. perhaps she thought that their relationship was deeper than professional. “you’re mine, my assassin. you work for me,” emeline bellowed, her usual calm composure breaking at the seams.