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Too weak.
I’m in control.
When Nikolaj Redfang falls, everything is silent.
My heart should be pounding, but it’s scary even, considering the body count.
I’m relaxed.
My pheromones are happy off their leash, all my lies unraveled.
I don’t know what comes next, but I’ve spent so long dreaming of freedom, I know exactly how to take my next steps.
First, I ditch the phones that belong to Serafina and the SAS, popping out their SIM cards and smashing their hardware to kill any chance of being tracked.
Then, I turn out the dead alphas’ pockets.
Mobsters never expect to get mugged, so I score a few thousand toward my next life. My father doesn’t have a wallet, let alone loose bills.
All the king of the cartel left behind is a fountain pen, a handkerchief, and a heavy, gold-plated lighter, decorated with a line of rubies that snakes around an embossed letter R.
We’ll consider this my inheritance.
I hop bodies to the bar stocked with every flavor of old, brown booze.
I promised Bridget a distraction.
I owe myself a freaking bonfire to burn this mansion off the face of the earth.
Nikolaj gives me one last gift; his handkerchief makes the perfect starter for a Molotov cocktail.
I dunk it in vodka and cleanse myself with the lighter’s sweet click.
Who needs therapy?
It’s free to set the bad guys on fire.
I light the fuse and hurl my bomb.
Bang.
Whoooosh.
The crash is glorious.
I love the sounds.
The pop of flames, eating booze-soaked glass.
The hiss of fire, flowing through wood and cloth.
I’m drenching bodies in vodka when I catch the sound I hate the most.
Running footsteps.
“Serafina!” A roaring yell knocks me out of psychopath mode so fast I almost pass out.
The name isn’t mine, but I dream of that voice.
