-Elijah-
Hunter and I had gotten separated after hell broke loose. We had taken down most of Cross’s men before going after him, but he ran—the f*cking coward. Not before stabbing me with my own knife, of course. Hunter had set off after him, determined to finish the job while I killed two of Cross’s remaining men.
I was already covered in blood, the metallic taste filling my mouth and only heightening my darkness. I was descending a floor after finally escaping Cross’s office when I was attacked from behind and found myself on the ground with him on top of me.
We struggled for the gun he had forced from my grip. He landed a punch to my face, but I quickly seized his wrist, twisting it until I heard the satisfying snap. He howled in pain as I pushed him back, regained my gun, and then
