"Her father did it. Not her." The words hung in the air. Cold. Sharp. Final. Carmina stared at him, her back pressed against the door, her hands shaking on her cane. "That's your defense?" she whispered. "That she's innocent?" Killian's eyes didn't leave her face. "Killing her father is mercy," he said. His voice was controlled but there was something vicious beneath it. Something sharp and cutting. "It's far too easy. A bullet. Quick. Clean. Over." He took a step closer. "That's not revenge," he said. "That's kindness." Carmina's breathing got faster. "Real revenge?" Killian continued, his voice quiet and precise. "The father sees his daughter standing beside his enemy before he dies. He sees her alive. Here. With me." Another step. "He sees that all his money, all his power, all his begging and pleading meant nothing," Killian said. "Because she's still here. And there's nothing he can do about it." His voice dropped lower. "That's revenge," he said. "Total
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