I look down at my hands, still shaking a little from pulling the trigger on Chavo. That monster is finally gone, but I don't feel as relieved as I thought I would. Greg and Zander are by my side, Zander with his arm around my shoulders.
"You okay, Rose?" Greg says in a gentle voice. I nod, not trusting my voice yet.
Zander gives my arm a squeeze. "It's over now. You got your justice."
I take a deep breath. "Yeah, I know. It just...doesn't feel quite how I pictured it would."
"Course not," Greg says. "Killing someone, even a bastard like Chavo, it'll always mess with your head some. Don't mean you did the wrong thing though."
I look up at him gratefully. Ever since we met, Greg's been my rock, keeping me grounded when the nightmares and rage threatened to swallow me up. I'm not sure I
