The helicopter hovered, blades cutting through the night, dust whipping my hair into my eyes. Below me, Howard and Thorne were frozen on the rooftop, staring at Reginald—the monster who had destroyed everything.
I clenched my fists, keeping my voice steady, even as my pulse screamed. This ends tonight.
“Dare to disrespect my lord and try to escape? You’re asking for death,” Reynolds barked, lowering his smoking gun with an air of contempt.
I felt a surge of control, my soldiers forming a solid wall behind me. Hundreds of eyes were locked on Reginald, every rifle trained, every move calculated. He had no escape. None.
Bang!
Reginald’s body pitched out of the helicopter like a ragdoll, landing with a sickening thud on the rooftop. My stomach tightened as Howard darted forward, dropping
