Chapter 85 Roman's Death

• Zinnia
• The plaza seemed to shrink around us, the firelight making every shadow feel alive, every corner a potential death trap. Reed was beside me, silent, breathing hard, his presence steadying me, but my focus was singular: Roman. He moved with the confidence of a man who believed nothing could touch him, that he was untouchable. I hated him in that instant, not just for the lives he had destroyed, but for Hermine. For her courage, now silenced because of him.
• I tightened my grip on my rifle. Every step toward him was measured, deliberate, yet my heart pounded so loudly I feared it would betray me. I could see him watching, sensing my approach, and I relished the thought of turning that arrogance into shock. This was his last mistake.