Chapter 88
She stepped into the night, weapon raised, vision blurred with tears and blood loss.
The attackers were regrouping. Falling back to reposition. They hadn't expected such fierce resistance from a small clinic.
They didn't see her coming.
She moved like a ghost. Silent. Deadly. Everything Adrian had taught her combined with raw grief and rage.
First target. Guard checking his weapon. She came up behind him. Knife from her belt. Throat cut before he could scream.
Second target. Two men talking strategy. She shot them both. Double tap. Professional.
Third...
A hand grabbed her shoulder. Spun her around.
Adrian. Face hard. "What are you doing?"
"Finishing this."
"You're bleeding. You can barely stand..."
"Nadia died for me. Took a bullet meant for me." Her voice broke. "I
