Jenkins
After stepping out of the shower, I put on my long sleep shirt and sit at the foot of the bed. I need to clear my mind. Not even the hot water could wash away the feeling of filth from my hands. Hands stained with blood.
Two years. That’s how long I managed to keep my promise. Thinking about it now, I realize I didn’t have to kill that man. Maybe if I had shot him in the hand or the chest… But no, I made the conscious decision to put a f*****g bullet in his head. And I did it because Zeldric’s life was in danger.
What does that make me?
Would I do it again?
Before I can answer any of the hundreds of questions racing through my mind, I’m interrupted by Zeldric.
He enters the bedroom without knocking and approaches me in silence. When I look at him, one thing becomes clear—I wo
