IRENE
My eyes narrowed as I zoned in on Nasroque.
He looked bewildered, confused and lost.
I smiled, sauntering over to him.
"Looks like you lost your little war," I was smug and not hiding it.
He snarled at me, I could tell he was angry but had no spunk left.
He was defeated.
"Sam finally put you down like a rabid animal."
He scoffed, "You know nothing. I k¡lled him."
I froze.
Sam was dead?
"If you k¡lled him, who killed you?"
He glared at me, and just by the look of anger in his eyes, I knew the answer.
My smile returned, "I knew she had it in her."
Although I doubted he had actually k¡lled Sam, a small part of me worried.
I hadn't seen him, so I was hoping Nasroque was lying.
But the fact that Stephi was the one to put Nasroque down caused my chest to fill with pride.
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