Let’s turn our attention to the forest once again, dearest readers…
Eron was now fully awake in his camp. His hot coffee was now ready and served in his oversized tin cup. He shook a small packet of sugar into it and stirred his steaming java with his solid steel spoon. The Charmer then took a sip of the very heated beverage.
His mind had been very active in the little time this morning that he had been ‘conscious’ so far. After the massage that never happened, along with the memory of his past missions, he was now deeply thoughtful.
“Maybe it’s for the best if I’m not an expert assassin anymore. Just maybe, if I really am losing it and I cannot become a killer again, I can finally do what I came here for, which is to genuinely start over, have a new life, be a new person and truly turn over a new leaf,” Eron decided, with the continuous thought of a certain tanned and long-haired lady at the back of his mind.
At first, he didn’t seem to realize it, but then…