We exchanged a series of fierce bites and snarls, our breaths hot and ragged, and after receiving a fierce bite on my arm, my hold momentarily loosened, but it was enough for him. In an instant, he was free and sprinting for the window, then leaping through the shattered glass, he disappeared into the night. Turning to Kira, I hissed "Get her out of here," then with a roar of rage, I went after Hartwell.
I was going to kill the bastard. I had always looked for a way to put Hartwell away, not to kill him, for in the back of my mind, I always thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d come clean with where I could find Kira’s remains. But now, there was no reason to keep the worthless piece of s**t alive. Kira was alive. So, morals? Be damned. I’d killed my f*****g brother, why should Hartwell re
