ELEVEN
Justice leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, allowing the rhythmic thump of the tyres to lull her into sleep as Jackson drove them back to the compound, the truck filled with much needed supplies. With everything that had happened lately, she’d had little time to rest. What sleep she had managed to snatch had been filled with darkness and screams, visions of the battle to stop Butcher and Templeton destroying them all.
She swallowed heavily, remembering the way her shot had hit the general right in the chest, how his body had jerked and convulsed as he’d been hit by a lethal amount of electricity. She hadn’t meant to kill him, only stop him from hurting Jackson, not realising her weapon had been set to maximum strength.
What was done was done.
She had killed him, and now
