“But it doesn’t matter if my grandfather was guilty or not. The result is the same. You killed our family!”
Rule three: No innocents.
But there are no innocents here. Not him. Not us.
“Looks like we won’t need all five syringes with you, Edon,” I whisper and set his quaking body back on the bed, tucking him in like he was asleep waiting for surgery.
I glance at the clock. Five past ten. The honor walk will be over soon. Our window is shrinking.
“Rot in hell.”
The syringe empties. Life slowly drains from his mottled face, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Soon, he stills. The flatline wails.
Sofia turns off the monitor, tears streaking down her face. She’s trembling, her hands clutching the rails on the gurney like she’s struggling to stay upright.
“I know, Sofia,” I whisper.
She shakes her head and wipes her eyes, quickly gathering the syringes to get rid of the evidence.
One death won’t resurrect our parents or little Beatrice, won’t erase the decades of scars, turning us into shadows of our former selves.
Inhuman.
My nose burns as hollowness fills the space where rage once lived.
I feelnothing.
No satisfaction. No peace. No absolution.
Just empty.
I try to conjure Lana’s voice, her scent of roses, but I can’t. I’m not worthy.
Then the door slams open. Boots scrape on the floor.
“Elias Kent,” a voice drawls, cold and satisfied. “Thank you for the help.”
A gun barrel gleams, pointing straight at our faces.
Chapter 58: RAIN OF BETRAYAL
“You saved me thetrouble,” Agron sneers as he steps inside, his gun trained on my chest.
I arch a brow, unflinching. Of course, the bastard wanted to climb the ranks with his dad out of the way.
Sorry Rafe, but he’s definitely not innocent.
“It’s stupid of you,” I murmur, backing until I’m pressed against the gurney. “You could’ve stayed home, safe with an alibi. Why show up and risk everything?”
One shift, one second, and my side holster releases my gun.
A clean shot—straight between the eyes—will take care of this trash.
He scoffs. “Have to make sure you’d do your job.”
I twist. The gun clears its latch—
