It was pretty f*****g obvious who 'her' was.
Despite the obvious reference to his sister though, Killian betrayed no emotion. Rather, he pulled the box off the tiles, grunting slightly from the weight.
"Where are you taking it?" I stepped forward to help, but he shrugged me off, taking the stairs one at a time.
"Upstairs. We can't exactly open it here." Car engines revved outside before they shut down. "Ruth's crew are here to clean all this up. We should leave."
After a short glance back at the mess of bodies and blood, I followed. The image remained burnt into my mind though.
My fingers still trembled. The feeling of the cold metal of Killian’s gun digging into my palm. The expression of the man when the bullet pierced his heart.
I'd killed people before, but never so willingly. Us
