The water of the infinity pool was lukewarm, but it felt like ice against my skin as I drifted in the center. I took a long, slow drag of my cigar, the thick smoke curling into the night air before vanishing.
I closed my eyes, and all I could see was red.
The way the blood had blossomed across her dress. The way her eyes had rolled back. I started to chuckle, a low vibration in my chest that built into a full-blown, manic laugh. The sound echoed off the marble walls of the estate.
"I shot her," I whispered to the empty air, laughing until my chest ached. "I actually shot her."
Moisture tracked down my face, hot and stinging. Maybe it was the pool water dripping from my hair. Maybe it was something else. I wiped my eyes roughly. I had aimed for the side—a shallow graze meant to tear ski
