Chapter 18Warpath Journal: Dateline: Pensacola, FloridaI see my reflection in the pool of blood on the table in the Hiss Willow imposter's kitchen. I stare so long that the image gets fuzzy, like snow on a TV screen when the cable goes down...only scarlet.
A clear droplet lands in the blood with a tiny splash, a droplet fallen like a star from above. A tear from my eye.
This one should have been easier than the first two. He was a wicked Poison Oak, deserving no mercy. Not only that, but his face was that of the least trustworthy Willow—Hiss the turncoat.
So why is this killing affecting me?
I back into a corner of the room and slide down to my haunches. Another tear burns its way out of my eye and runs over my hand as I chew my nails.
Is it because of my target's condition? Be
