Sofia’s POVBlood smelled different when mixed with desperation, it clung to the air, thick like a metal. He was on his knees, coughing, one hand pressed against the blood blooming across his chest. The other stretched out toward me, trembling.“Please… I have a daughter,” he gasped.I scoffed, then moved close to him, I stood still, calm, my pistol levelled between his eyes. My heels clicked softly as I took a single step closer, enough to look him in the eye. I tilted my head, my voice like silk dragged across a blade.“Did you spare my younger brother when he begged to live?”He blinked, confused. Panic flared in his eyes.I smiled, but it didn’t touch my eyes.“Ohh, you don’t remember, do you?” I whispered. “You were there. He was seven.”His lips parted, maybe to deny it, maybe to lie, I didn’t give him the chance.The silencer muffled the sound, but the bullet didn’t show mercy.He collapsed backward, twitching once, then still. Blood spread across the marble tiles, slow and dar
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