Damnit, I did not come this far just to swoon over some son of Deathstroke that probably knows a million different ways to kill me using a fork.
No. She couldn't pay attention to the lips so close to hers. She couldn't allow herself to be drawn in my the scent of the wine, the pie, and the pasta.
He was the leader of the freaking League of Assassins. That had to be a big of a turn-off enough.
He get just about any woman he wants. The dinner, the dancing, he's probably done this so many times, he's expecting you to throw yourself at him right now.
"I should get to bed," she said, inching a little farther away from him, "I've had a long past couple of days, and I could use any rest that I can get."
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