Anyone’s blood.
I wanted to hurt someone—to kill. I saw red and quivered with the need for revenge. But it was the understanding that shone in Travis’s eyes that stopped me. He was willing to give up his life for me, let me kill him in some spur-of-the-moment act of vengeance. Seeing him on his knees, looking up at me, I dropped the bow. Still shaking from head to toe, sobs seized my entire body, and I turned away from him. Away from the horrible scene at my feet.
“Emma!” Travis screamed. “Emma, wait!”
But I was already gone. His voice got lost in the wind and the static noise vibrating in my head. I ran like I’d never run before. I ran, trying to burn the ache that had settled in my chest. Later, that dull pain turned into a revenge I vowed to execute in my father’s name.
He might not have been a fabulous father.
He might not have been a great man.
But he had been an amazing solider, and I felt it was my duty to complete the one mission he had assigned me. If it was the last thing I did, I would kill them all.
Murderers.