Somewhere

It only made sense that Ilya stuck to Edward like glue afterwards. Genuine curiosity filling her everytime she saw him, everytime she looked at him. Though it was only in the shadows she stayed with him most of the time, due to the colour of her eyes, she knew that this man, cared for people, even though they hated him.

So on the third month, she told her godfather the truth.

"I cannot kill him."

Of course, he wouldn't believe it. "Why? Does he have a special weapon? A trick?"

"No. I just—" She took in a small breath, "Cannot."

No Drasknes would ever dare to report a failed assignment, but then again, Ilya had been so perfect and resourceful that he could forgive her this one time, "Very well, I shall assign someone else to him"

But she wouldn't have it, "No."

"No?" Strauss stared at her, his hands squeezing the handle of his seat.

Ilya did not feel fear looking at the man she had grown to feel a sort of kin feeling for, rather, she felt guilt, "None of you, shall harm him."