“You want to kill him, don’t you?”
Eadan was holding the gun, pointed at the man. It was gloomy, and the place was damp, but he could still se very well in the dark. The air was heavy, smelling like mold and something like rotting wood, but he knew this would all be over soon.
The man wasn’t even begging. It was obvious it was pointless.
He heard the footsteps of the woman, who’d just spoken to him come closer.
Eadan wasn’t looking away from his target.
“It’s eating you alive.” She said again.
He saw with his peripheral vision the woman come to stand by his side.
“You must be Freya.”
“Oh, I’m glad you know and you’ll save me all the questions.”
“I still have one. “
“Which is?”
“Are you here to tell me again how wrong this is?“
“No.”
The man was just standing there, immo
