he scent of blood and cordite. Bodies lay strewn across the pr

he chaos, screa

s grip like iron. "He's this w

e, to the courtyard where Luis a

re a tactical vest over a crisp shirt, his face cold and determined. He

said. "I've killed him.

rld s

The word was a puff

ed, taking a step toward me. "

tongue. He had destroyed my ho

ol Luis had taught me to use, tucked into the ba

cold metal to

went pale. "Jo

but clear. "I am not Jocelyn Fuller. I am the widow of Lu

uis for years, appeared from the smoke. "Dama," he sai

locked on Andrew. "No.

mask of grief and fury. He understood. This