The crimson pool spreading across the hardwood floor was thick, hot, and unforgiving.

Tina’s shattered scream still echoed off the walls of the dark apartment, but inside Selina’s mind, everything had gone deadly quiet. The wild, intoxicating rush of adrenaline that had fueled her hand-to-hand slaughter of ten elite men vanished, replaced by an icy, paralyzing numbness.

Faith Woods lay motionless on her side, her soft graying hair soaked in her own blood, her chest shallowly heaving with faint, wet gasps.

"Mom! Mom, look at me! Please, wake up!" Tina dropped to her knees, the grocery bags scattering fresh produce across the floorboards. She threw her phone aside, her hands...