Chapter : The impact of One Bullet

I stood over him, gun heavy in my hand. The metallic weight felt colder than I remembered, heavier too—as if it carried the ghosts of all the lives Wallace had ruined.

He lay there in a growing pool of blood, his face twisted into something between pain and satisfaction. It was like he didn’t care that he was dying. No, he expected it—welcomed it even.

Lucien stood behind me, his hand still outstretched from when I stopped him. Rose clung to his leg, her eyes wide and confused. She didn’t understand what was happening, not really. She just knew that I was shaking,...