THIRTY-EIGHT
The weapon sliced through Merchant’s flesh like it was warm butter. He staggered back a few steps, probably in shock. Looking down, he registered the dagger embedded in his abdomen.
The gravity of what she’d done hit her hard. Tulsi had just stabbed one of the most dangerous men in the country. Forget morals and boundaries. Wreck’s words made sense. Tulsi had to be willing to go to any level to protect herself. Circumstance had forced her to prove her worth… to prove what she was capable of.
When it ascended to her, Merchant’s gaze was as stunned as she felt.
Run.
If anyone found her there with the injured Merchant, they’d kill her for sure. The deep red of his blood spread over his crisp white shirt, saturating the fabric. If he got to a phone, he could call
