Chapter 22
- Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The echoes of the gunshot still rang in her ears, even though the room had fallen into silence.
- She could still see the blood pooling on the floor. The way Alexander had pulled the trigger without hesitation. The way Vincent had barely reacted, as if this was just another night, just another body.
- But it wasn’t just another night.