35. Tragic

As soon as Jon throws me to the ground, I hide behind a wall and shot at him, though he was also quick enough to hide.

A shoot-out with Jon. I can't help but smirk. "Are you sure you want to do guns with me, Jon? You know I'm better at it than you."

"Shut up, Dina."

"I won't go easy on you this time either, you murderer," I tell him.

Jon laughs, "Oh, you're such a softie, Dina. Don't tell me that was the first time you saw someone die in this line of work."

It wasn't. I saw a lot of people die while she was with Black Dawn. But they were mostly adults, though, not a kid like that. Someone who had his whole life in front of him. There is no way I can forgive Jon for that.

"You're going to pay for what you did, Jon. All of you." I sneer.

I can practically hear him scoff, even though he's several steps in front of me, "This innocent act is really getting on my nerves, Dina."

"Oh, is it, now?" I reply, "I never claimed to be innoce