Chapter 35: MercyMercy is the mark of a great man… or woman. It can also get you killed.
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Scarlett looked the man before her up and down. In some ways, Devan was just like Neil, selling his skills to the highest bidder. But, staring into Devan's eyes, she saw the difference—Devan relished his work, was excited by the kill. He was little more than a sociopath. At least Neil had a heart buried somewhere under his strange sense of duty
Devan grinned. “You have spirit, little girl.”
“You have no idea.” She nodded at the black car on the far side of the street. “He knows I'm going to kill him after this, right?”
“That's assuming you survive.”
“Betting against me is long odds, and probably not a wise decision.”
Devan smiled. “That's a bet we're willing to take, love.”
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