Elira’s POV

I watched Aiden finish the last man off brutally, not blinking an eye as he did it.

His movements were cold and precise, the kind of efficiency that made my skin crawl and my chest tighten.

I doubted he even felt bad for killing men who were only out for revenge.

I didn't mean he should care, but then I'd expected even the smallest human reaction. But nope. Nothing.

The moment the last body hit the ground, he stood straight, wiping his gun.

"Done," he said in a flat and professional tone, like he’d just signed off on a job. "Good," I replied, my voice equally clipped.

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