Chapter 118

**Sloane**

He’s dead. The sound of that final wet choke still rings in my ears, but when Clara pulls the knife free and straightens, the world tilts in a new direction. For a second, I can’t breathe, not from the fight, not from the dirt under my nails, but because something heavy has finally been lifted from the air. Dmitri, the man who chewed us up and called it training, is gone. Finished. Clar