Xero.I've been called many things in my life. A monster. A killer. A psychopath. None of it ever mattered, but watching her read those documents nearly broke me.I watched every second of it through the cameras. I watched her unfold the papers, watched her stare at that photograph, and watched the color slowly drain from her face. The longer she looked at it, the more I could see the pieces falling into place inside her head, and then I saw it-the betrayal.She never said my name. She didn't have to. I saw the answer written all over her face. In her mind, the man behind the mask and the man who killed her father were one and the same.Me.And as I watched her believe it, I realized I would've taken a bullet without hesitation if it meant erasing that look from her face, because wounds heal. What settled in her eyes that night wouldn't."X, everything is under control."Clay's voice cut through my thoughts as I moved down the dark corridor.Fifteen minutes.That was all that remained
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