For a few seconds, Adam froze. His thoughts were racing as he gazed at Anastasia. Her question was like an arrow with a sharp point that had penetrated his armor.
Did the assassins target him exclusively? The answer was straightforward: yes.
However, the consequences were much more Complex. He was unable to inform her of that. Knowing that his mere presence was a death magnet was too much for him to handle for a child.
He averted his gaze from her, breaking eye contact. He returned to his work, wiping down a previously cleaned area of the floor. In the hopes that the silence would be his response, he completely ignored her question.
He had an idea while he was working. Anastasia, this young teenager, was more intelligent than both her mother and sister put together. Sophia was motivated by feelings. She was afraid of her mother.
Anastasia was unique. She was perceptive. She made sense. She posed a threat.
