Chapter Thirty
Anya Pov.
My sleep is far from calm, nightmares plagued every single one of my dreams and each of them depicted the moment that would completely alter my entire life.
But one thing stood out from all of this… I had killed someone… for those two men… I had dirtied my hands with blood and now I was just like them.
I could rember how I had quickly made that decision to shoot him as soon as I saw him raise that gun.
I had done so decisively like it had meant nothing but after four bullets were fired, I quickly realized what I was doing but it was alreayd too late and the man was dead.
Dead.
Killed at my hands, was I now a murderer? Would the authorities come for me? My brain tried to tell me that it was impossible wit this duo but right now, I wasn't thinking quite clearl
