Chapter 45 The Choice

• The room was filled with smoke, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. **Serria stood frozen, her gun aimed at Valvatore, her own heartbeat hammering in her ears.**** This was it. The moment she had dreamed of for years.**
• Mark stood beside her, his own weapon raised, but he didn’t move. **This was her decision.**
• Valvatore, bleeding and barely holding himself up, smirked. "What are you waiting for, daughter? Do it."