43LanceMr. Black! I think, mind racing.
He’s alone, holding a rifle. Mr. Black is never on his own. He always has an entourage, and he’s holding a rifle. He never does the dirty work. He’s the Man in Black, the Man in the Shadows, the Man Who Gives Orders. But he holds the rifle confidently, like he has no problem with using it. I look through the scope and see his grinning face, follow the trail of his aim. He’s aiming right at the ambassador, with Feliciaright beside him.
My blood turns cold at the sight of Mr. Black aiming the gun at her. My bones turn to ice and all the pain and exhaustion I was feeling falls away. A cool killer’s calm comes over me, the calm which used to be my default mood before I met Felicia. Suddenly, Cleft’s gun pressed into my back seems absurd. I will not let
