With the first break of dawn, Summer helped Evita in getting ready for her role as the assassin before the big war could begin. She with the help of other ladies had stitched a white cloak just like the one Irfan had worn when he had attacked Aazim in the palace. "Don't miss your target, okay," Summer whispered as she handed over the bow and arrows to Evita.
"I'm not going to hurt him!" Evita became defensive and frowned.
"What I meant was, don't forget the intention with which you're going there," Summer sighed and rested her hands on her hips.
"Oh alright! I won't disappoint you, Summer," Evita smiled for the first time after the rigorous training that she had endeavoured since the past few weeks.
"Come on inside now! We can't waste any more time," Basilio grunted as he caught the re
