Freda's POV

I could not help but stand up abruptly, but my legs trembled, and could barely hold my weight. I stumbled back onto the chair, with my hazy eyes. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach as a result of the fear of what was happening around me. I have never seen a person being killed with a gun before. Hardin was so perfect with it as he put the bullet in between their eyes, and they fell right to the ground. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but it only got worse.

I then understood fully why Hardin called himself the...