The Six Deaths Of The Saint Novels & Stories

“Do you have a death wish?" “You've humiliated me. Go ahead and kill me as well," He smirked. "Fine,” Saint laughed. "I might as well repay the favor. It is only right for my father's death, isn't it?” “Wh...what do you mean?" Uncle Sage cleared his throat, his eyes blinking repeatedly. “Get out now.” "You've made a mistake, Saint.” Uncle Sage shook his head and left. Saint’s chest rose and fell as he took his seat. His eyes were bottomless and restless when he looked up at me. I took a step towards him but paused when he shook his head.

Kirill The heavy steel door hisses open the second I punch the final digit into the keypad. Stepping through the threshold, the barrel of a suppressed pistol is leveled squarely at the center of my chest. Saint does not flinch. It takes him a fraction of a second to register my face, and the weapon drops seamlessly to his side. "Status?" Saint asks, his voice clipping the air. "They are all dead," I state, wiping a smear of someone else’s blood off my jaw with the back of my hand.