Christy's POV
I couldn't breathe, because my lungs felt like they had been filled with lead as I stared at the floor.
Piper's body lay there, twisted and still, the dark pool of red spreading toward my toes like a hand reaching out to me.
I didn't cry or scream. I just stared at her with a strange, hollow numbness.
She had tried to kill me seconds ago and hated me. She blamed me for everything that didn't go well in her life, despite all my years of sacrifices for her. But seeing her discarded like a broken toy made a cold shiver crawl up my spine.
"You shot her," Zain whispered again, his voice cracking slightly. He just couldn't get over it. "She was on our side, Curtis. She did everything for you."
Curtis didn't even look at the body. He tucked the gun into his waistband with a calm expression that made him look like a complete psychopath. There was no remorse in his eyes or even a flicker of guilt. There was just a cold, terrifying emptiness.
