Katherine’s POV
It had been a week.
Seven long days since the warehouse stank of blood, betrayal, and burning metal.
A week since I pulled the trigger and watched Thompson fall—watched life drain from the eyes of a man who once claimed he loved me, even in the most twisted, broken way.
I sat alone in my room, the lights off, curtains drawn. The silence felt louder than gunfire. I stared at the floor, knees pulled up to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around myself like they were the only thing keeping me from crumbling.
His face wouldn’t leave me.
Thompson.
The way his mouth had curled into that half-smile. The way he looked at me like I was something beautiful even when everything inside me felt like ruin.
He was a monster. I knew that.
But I killed him.
And I hated myself for ho
