Unstained Hands

Dorian threw his head back, eyes fixed on the sky at the illusion of his wife.

A few paces away, Killian slowly lifted his pistol, the muzzle settling with surgical precision on the exact center of his father's forehead.

Sloane's pupils contracted. No conscious thought intervened. Her boots were already pounding across the cracked concrete toward Killian.

No. I cannot let Killian stain his soul by