She groans in my grasp as I twist her towards me. I want to look her in the eyes for this last part.
Her expression is bleak. Mute. Accepting. She knows she’s halfway to death.
And I’m about to help her cross the final distance.
“Did you enjoy it?” I snarl. “Killing them?”
Blood gushes from her mouth from somewhere deep within but she still manages to speak. “I… followed orders.”
I hurl her down and bring my foot down hard on her knee. She screams but the blood in her throat is starting to choke her. The screams turn to strangled gurgles.
“Phoenix!” Elyssa cries. “What are you doing?!”
I ignore her. I’ve held my rage in for long enough. For five long years, I’ve wondered what I’d do if I caught the people who killed my family.
Now, I know.
“You finally have your limp,” I growl at
