Chapter 170

Killian turned around and the world moved in slow motion around him. About ten feet away from them, there he stood. Specter. Victor. The man responsible for all the pitfalls in his life stood ten feet away from them, the sunlight glinting off the barrel of an ornate silver gun. How could he have been so careless?

“Surprise,” Specter sang.

“How…” Killian began to ask.

“How did I get so close?”