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Emma rolled her eyes. “You’d think being on the same team of assassins would give us boundaries.” She tilted her head. “Who was that supposed person you cared about? Why make me go through all this trouble?”

Carter smiled and took her hand, shaking it with his own which was in gloves for some reason.. “Welcome on board, Miss Late.”