Levi
"Is it really over?" Shayna asked, as I ushered her into the back of a Lincoln town car. I sat down next to her and gripped her hand in mine.
"Yes," I whispered. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her palm, tracing the lines in her hand with my tongue.
When we left the ballroom, everything had erupted into chaos. Someone had thrown a drink at Derek's father, screaming and shouting. The look on his face when he was drenched in the alcoholic drink would bring me satisfaction for many years to come. Part of me would never be satisfied with him living, but Shayna was right. He would suffer far more, losing everything he ever hoped and dreamed to have.
I had never killed anyone before, Derek. Alex told me when he was still in the military that every person you killed lingered
