This has to be a dream, this has to be a freaking bad dream.
Prim saw Egan shoot down every last of the five men, before he fell to his knees.
She could still feel some mild ache from the spot where her chest had hurt some seconds ago.
Without thinking, she found herself running to the monster.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dimitra shouted after her. But all she could see was the man that had crowded her against a wall some hours back in their bedroom, wiping his blood off her cheek.
All the people around him, even his brother, raised their guns when they heard the running footsteps in their direction.
She raised both hands to show them she was not armed, when she suddenly remembered..
The damn hoodie, Prim, you must look like just another assassin to them.
She pushed the hoodie
