Six

It had been days away from Arabella, days spent hiding from Antonio and his men. Today, I was no longer hiding. I had a plan.

By the time I reached Antonio's apartment, I'd left three bodies cooling on the pavement outside. My knuckles were raw, my shirt was soaked through with blood and sweat. I kicked the door open, my gun in my hands as I stepped inside, slow, eyes sweeping the room.

And then I saw her.

Kathrine.

She was sprawled across Antonio's bed like she owned it, like the chaos outside didn't exist. Her skin was bare under the dim gold light from the bedside lamp, hair...