Jaxon stared at Calista with his eyebrows furrowed. Her face was completely blank, but her eyes… Her eyes were full of hate, confusion, and panic.
Hate…
Hate for him? Did she hate him now because he told her he was an assassin? Was she disgusted by it? Not everybody could understand what they did. Not everybody could see why they did it.
They were wiping the filth from this world.
It all started when Jaxon came across a girl, broken and bleeding on the streets. She was being abused by her stepfather. She had reported him countless times to authorities but nothing had ever been done because he was an entitled man. A man of society.
Jaxon had made the girl show him her house and promised to come back. He went back some days later and he had caught the stepfather in the act. He kille
