The sting of Marco Lavgine’s slap, along with his insults and berating, still lingered. Sure, it wasn’t the first time she’d been warned, but never this harshly. Never to the point of being humiliated for failing to kill a man—Killian Reagow.
But then again, who didn’t know about Killian Reagow’s reputation? The ex-army phantom, capable of obliterating anything in his path with a single move. Killing someone like him wasn’t easy—far from it.
The raspy sound of someone concentrating came through her earcom, interwoven with the relentless clatter of keyboard typing. Vischa leaned against a cold concrete wall in the corner of a dark corridor, holding her breath. Her hand pressed a button on her comm device as she reached out to the only person who could help her now—Raven, the unbeatable sy
