Chapter Extra 3

Chapter 3

Armel

A loud moan comes out of me as I close my eyes and let the hot water wash over my face.

This has to end.

It's a never-ending hell. Destroying one city after another. Tearing my body apart. Bringing danger wherever I go.

I don't even know where I am now.

I turn my head and force my eyes open. A pink towel. More beauty products than I can count piled around the small sink. A small pair of bunny-shaped slippers by the door.

The memory comes back, but it's foggy and full of holes. I remember climbing into the dumpster and passing out. Then, the bright light as someone opened the door. Stumbling up the steps. A smell that was like fire in my lungs. I had lost a lot of blood and was very weak. I didn't know what was happening.

“Fuck.” I wince as I pick up the soap with my wounded arm, and a bolt of pain flashes through me. I'm going to kill that fucking Frenchman with his own sword.

No. He's just doing his job. He's doing what's right. He's doing what you're too cowardly to