Chapter 41:

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In the serene hills near Athton, where the air was crisp and the landscape a lush embrace of nature, Allison and Kellan shared an unusually peaceful silence. They worked in unison, packing the dried bamboo shoots onto Kellan’s wheelchair, savoring this rare moment of tranquility.

“It’s time to head back,” Allison said, placing her hands on the wheelchair, ready to push Kellan along. But suddenly, her motion halted.

Her instincts, sharpened by experience with lethal threats, kicked in. Allison shoved the wheelchair forward, guiding Kellan to safety.

A man dressed entirely in black materialized out of nowhere, aiming a handgun directly at Kellan. “Don’t blame me, Kellan. You’ve made too many enemies,” he sneered.

Just as the man was about to fire, a cold wind swept through. With a deft sidekick, Allison struck his wrist, sending the gun spiraling off target.

“Go!” Allison commanded urgently, her voice tight with concern.

The assassin’s skill was startlingly professional, a rare trait in these times.

Allison, though disconcerted, focused on ensuring Kellan’s safety first so she could confront the threat without hesitation.

Kellan, his brows knitted in worry, grasped the wheelchair’s handles with a grip that bulged the veins on his hands. He had rarely revealed the truth about his legs. With a final push for Kellan to escape, Allison turned her full attention to the assassin.

Their movements were a blur of speed and precision. Despite the sudden turn of events, the man remained committed to his mission. He drew a dagger from his boot and slashed at Allison’s throat with lethal intent. Allison spotted the subtle, deadly move but was in no position to exert much force. She reached out, prepared to block the attack and disarm him, even if it meant taking a dagger wound herself.

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Instead of the anticipated pain, she saw Kellan, his face set in grim determination, holding the assassin’s arm. Rising from the wheelchair, Kellan stood tall and imposing over the assassin.

Allison was momentarily stunned in the heat of battle, which was rare for her. She blurted out, “Your legs are…”

It was like witnessing a modern-day miracle. Kellan’s sudden mobility at a critical moment seemed almost otherworldly.

“Let’s finish this!” Kellan’s resolve was unmistakable.

The assassin, unaware of Kellan’s ruse, realized his intel had been flawed. Kellan’s supposed disability had been a deception. With Allison’s skilled intervention, the mission was turning perilous. If the assassin wanted any chance of survival, he had to fight with everything he had.

Resolved, he sprang back into action, his determination as unyielding as the storm around them. In the dark, rainy night, the confrontation grew fiercer.

The assassin was relentless, targeting Kellan’s face. Kellan deflected the blow and demanded, “Who sent you?”

“Kill me if you can!” the assassin spat defiantly.

Kellan’s brow furrowed in thought. He considered the list of suspects—someone knew his whereabouts and had hired this professional assassin out of deep-seated hatred. As he stretched his limbs, he mulled over the potential culprits, including his several illegitimate siblings and, most notably, his stepmother’s son, Hoyt Lloyd. The latter had once attempted to ruin him on a cruise ship, and that score was far from settled.

Meanwhile, Allison was swift in her counterattacks. She delivered a knee strike to the assassin’s stomach before executing a shoulder throw. A sickening snap echoed as her right hand, along with the dagger, struck his arm with brutal efficiency.

The assassin’s arm was severed, dangling by mere threads of flesh. Despite his grievous injury, the man twisted around in a desperate attempt to cut off the remaining flesh himself, like a lizard shedding its tail to escape.

A gentle drizzle began to fall, washing away the blood’s scent.

Allison and Kellan fought in perfect harmony. In the darkness and rain, their movements were so synchronized that it seemed they had rehearsed this countless times. Allison struck from above while Kellan delivered precise kicks, their coordination impeccable.

A sense of uncanny familiarity pervaded the fight. As she watched Kellan’s shirt cling to his sculpted abs and observed his movements, Allison’s thoughts raced. One word echoed in her mind. “Cruise!”

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