The chapel door slammed shut behind Razor with a heavy thud, and the sound disappeared beneath the distant gunfire still echoing through the burning clubhouse while smoke drifted through the broken stained glass windows.
He stood several feet away with the hunting knife resting loosely in one hand and despite everything happening outside he looked completely calm so I kept my pistol trained on his chest.
"You've been chasing me for months." I said and he smiled faintly.
"I've been watching you much longer than that." He said and the answer made my stomach tighten.
"You should've killed me a dozen times already." I said.
"I could have. But dead people don't make choices." He said as he shrugged slightly.
"So this isn't about revenge." I said.
He looked toward the shattered stained g
