Twenty-Five
Evelyn
I’d never killed a man before.
Of all the horrible things I'd done in the past year and a half, killing hadn't been among them. I’d always thought that taking another human being’s life, however vile they were, would feel awful. But as I looked down at Brigs’ blindly staring eyes, I felt nothing but relief. The man who had made my life hell for so long was finally dead.
“Evelyn.” Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from the sight of the bleeding body on the floor. “Are you hurt, my love?”
“No,” I mumbled groggily, resting my head against Marcus’ shoulder. My body, apparently deciding that as long as he was there it no longer had to keep me upright, went limp with exhaustion as adrenaline slowly seeped out of me, and I sagged in his arms.
“Just hold on a
