A FINAL STAND
Emily’s chest was heaving.
Her gun felt heavier than ever in her trembling hands, her heartbeat thundering so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
Across from her, Margaret Sterling stood perfectly calm.
Even with Vincent Blackwood’s dead body cooling at her feet.
Even with Emily’s gun pointed straight at her heart.
Even with James bleeding out on the ground behind her.
Margaret was still smirking.
Still looking at her like Emily was a foolish little girl who had already lost.
"You should be thanking me," Margaret said smoothly.
Emily’s fingers curled tighter around the trigger.
"For what?" she spat.
Margaret tilted her head. "For doing what you couldn’t."
Emily’s stomach twisted.
"You think killing Blackwood was some kind of mercy?" she snapped.
Margaret let
