The atmosphere was grim. No one had said as much, but Elena could taste it in the air — something bitter coating her tongue, settling heavy in her chest. Everything felt wrong in a way that resisted language.
She turned her head to Kai, standing rigid beside her.
"Are you okay?"
He gritted his teeth.
"I'm not the one you should be concerned about… are we just going to let him keep doing this?"
Elena's gaze lowered. She remembered her brief encounter with Cade — the look in his eyes, the pain, the plea to be understood. And then the wall that had slammed down after.
Maybe she'd come about it the wrong way. But who wouldn't have? Men and women… their bodies had littered the plaza, and every piece of evidence pointed to him.
He killed people. He'd killed hundreds of people, all for one person the church had passed judgment upon.
And he hadn't stopped there. He was killing more.
