Page 429 of Eight of Swords, Part Two

Blank bullets.

And Lachlan had turned back to Mimi,

then Jules.

Both shot dead.

Except…

Troy had only fired one bullet each.

Execution shots.

But no.

It’s not right.

Because Mimi… was shot more than once.

There was blood and fire all around.

Death.

Destruction.

Wrath.

Lachlan’s MP7 was still on his body.

He’d used it when he saw them die.

He lost it.

He broke.

Opened fire blindly until the weapon clicked empty, so he took out his handgun and emptied that too, because he wanted to kill everything.

And he did.

Because he’s a killer.

Killer.

His little girl. The love of his life.

He killed them.

He remembers now.

He remembers wishing time would reverse

and the bullets would leave her chest

and the skin would heal.

He remembers screaming so loud it tore his throat. He remembers the collapse.

His body. His mind. His world.