Her Memory

POV ZORAN

The relentless downpour of the rain does nothing to wash away the seething fury boiling within my veins. I stand over the pathetic, bloodied form of Vespera’s sleazebag boss. I let his battered body drop heavily onto the unforgiving wet pavement. The impact makes a wet, sickening thud. The water washes the crimson trail from his busted nose down his chin, mingling with the mud. This pri