A Funeral and Relocation, Sort Of ( Edited)

There was no expression in his face, I could never read his eyes either, they were almost impenetrable. Just like him. Then he brushed my cheek with his thumb, so softly I almost didn't feel it. I knew why he had killed those men that had kidnapped me. There was more to it than he had admitted. I was more than just an assignment to him now. Much more.