The Predator

Blood. That was all I could see, all I wanted, and all I would take. The coppery tang saturated the air, clinging to my skin, while my fingers twitched, yearning to sink into Vlad Morozov’s throat and feel his life drain away.

They thought they could touch him—my brother, my blood. One bullet, one attempt, and now every Morozov would pay.

Fear flickered in Vlad’s eyes, and god help me if that stirred excitement within me. His hand brushed my throat. "You’ve started a massacre, you bastard! Do you even know what you’ve done? You’ll pay!"

Pay? I laughed as his grip tightened. This world was unforgiving. "With...