Chapter 21 Clean Work

• Nathaniel’s skull cracked against the floor. Blood sprayed across Izzy’s blouse, leaving a stain. The man sagged onto the floor, twitching slightly. One lens of his glasses was spiderwebbed, the other completely broken. His mouth opened, trying to form words, but all that came out was a wet, gargling whimper.
• Izzy stood tall, staring down at him with her cold, unnerving eyes. Her voice was cool and razor-edged. “You want to live, Nathaniel? Want to keep your pathetic little legacy intact?”
• His voice croaked. His head rolled weakly to the side. Ben knelt beside him, checking his pulse. Nathaniel was still alive, unfortunately.