She was the ghost left behind by a massacre. They saw a quiet orphan, living in the house of her family’s killer. They never suspected the truth. A mercenary’s top enforcer. The shadow behind an assassin’s network. The architect of a flawless revenge. Then there’s him—the city’s infamous fallen heir, who decides the broken girl is the only obsession he’ll ever need. She is a weapon forged by tragedy. He is a temptation wrapped in danger. When a predator meets her match, the masks come off—and the real hunt begins.

The commotion outside caught the attention of both officers, their faces shifting with concern. "The mother of the girl you struck is here. You..."


Tristan was ready to tell me to keep hidden and quiet.


But remembering I'd confessed to having mental problems, he switched tactics.


"Keep your cool. This is the police station. You..." He stopped mid-sentence, noticing I appeared to be spacing out, my mind elsewhere. "Are you listening to me?"


The officer hesitated before continuing. "Tell me what I just said."


I drew in a long breath, my voice carrying a note of resignation. "The mother of the girl I struck is here. You told me to keep my cool. This is the police station."


Both officers fell silent. They hadn't anticipated that I was actually paying attention. Given my blank, distant expression moments earlier, I'd seemed completely lost in thought.


Chapter 50 - Chapter 50 Four Sharp Slaps