The truth

Jeremy couldn't comprehend when the plan started falling apart but it had in fact… fallen.

Lying in front of him were two bodies, Josephine was lying on the dirty ground, blood pouring out of her chest, yet she tried to sit up.

Jeremy ran to her and took her trembling body into his arms, trying to apply enough pressure on her wound but crimson just kept flowing to the ground, steadily forming a pool of red around them.

She’d run into the line of fire as he shot at her kidnapper. Why did she do that? Why?

He racked his brain for a tangible reason but came up empty.

Next to her was the masked kidnapper, they called her The Mistress. He had heard tales about her horrible doings since he'd been a tween, each one more fearsome than the last yet here she was, fallen by a mere bullet.

She was dead.

“Kila!” His father's men called from behind and he whipped around to see Maxim holding onto his bleeding neck.

Apparently, the Mistress had decided his father would be her last victim.