9
Katie
The image of Bryn falling, of the boot on his chest, of the way his body jerked as that final shot was fired. It wouldn’t go away. Time would pass, but the footage of Bryn being murdered would be forever etched in my brain. I didn’t regret seeing it for myself. I’d had to see it, to know for certain that he was gone. Dead. I was grateful that Styx hadn’t tried to protect me or argue when the video was sent to his quarters. I wasn’t a hothouse orchid in need of protecting.
I was street. Reality. Truth. Even when it hurt.
I needed to know what happened to my mate. Exactly what happened. Who I needed to hunt. Who I needed to kill.
And now Bryn’s last moments were on instant replay, slow-motion rewind in my mind. Over and over. It didn’t matter if my eyes were open or closed, the
