"Who is it?" Edward asked.
"Elder, it's me. Nathan," a voice replied from outside.
"Oh, Nathan, it's you." Edward's gaze shifted to Zereth. "Go and see what he needs."
Nathan was one of the guards stationed outside.
Zereth nodded and walked toward the door.
Creak!
He pushed it open. But the moment he did—
Shhhhk!
A fist burst straight through his chest, crushing his heart before he could even react. His eyes went wide—not from pain, but from sheer shock.
"It's yo—" His words died on his lips as his body crumpled to the floor.
Though more mature, it was the same face that had once driven him to the brink of death years ago.
Logan Smith!
And now… that same face stood before him as he lay dying. But this time, there was no escape.
"I wish I had never responded to Mirena when her cousin approached me. I wish...." He couldn't finish his whisper to himself.
The other two men at the table staggered back, chairs screeching as they leapt to their feet.
