Emilia’s POV
I sit near the widow with my head in my hands and my lip quivering. The noise. The sounds of gunshots and the screams of either wounded men or the ones who were about to die reach my ears and scare the hell out of me. I feel a shiver run up my spine causing me to shrink into myself even more.
I have never been near this kind of chaos. Hell, I haven’t even been near people physically fighting much less trying to kill one another and the worst part was that I wasn’t safe. I am smack dab in the middle of this war of sorts.
I tuck my head deeper into my knees and fight the urge to cry. I miss my family. I miss my father even though he sold me out to literal mafia members. While I curl up in the corner of my room, contemplating my new existence here, a question pops into my mi
