Chapter 46

Krusk is dead.

Slap me right now.

I should be sick. Should be screaming. But all I feel is the fucking rush, the fire in my veins like I mainlined adrenaline.

I crouch beside Krusk’s corpse, my fingers tracing the hole in his temple. The skin’s still twitching. Funny how bodies don’t know they’re dead yet.

“Are you happy?” Vance asks, lighting a cigarette.

I don't know what to say to him. Am I? Ha