Elora’s POV.
It has been four years since my sister got married, five years since I begged my parents to send me to Russia at the age of seventeen, and six years since the deaths of Zoe, her family, and Joel and Carter.
I knew I couldn’t just sit around and wait. I knew I needed to do something, anything, with my life. Now don’t get it twisted I’m still very much a girly girl, but now I’m a girly girl who twirls knives and smiles as I watch the light leave my targets eyes, well it’s more shock when my targets realises, that they have been taken out by a woman.
Every kill, every target, I do it to try to remove the look of fear on Zoe’s face from my mind.
That fateful day six years ago, happened fast. I never used to understand that phrase. That time just either stopped or sped up. But
