Moving with lightning speed, he fired several shots in rapid succession. The bullets slammed into Janine's chest. She hurled backward as blood spurted from the wounds, cutting off whatever she had been about to say.
Her eyes remained wide open, though her pupils had already dilated. Her delicate face still bore the remnants of her earlier smirk, the curve of her lips frozen in place—as if she were mocking something, or perhaps as if she hadn't had time to process anything at all.
Silence fell over the room.
Suzy and Aaron's ragged breathing intertwined in the quiet.
Aaron still held the gun up, his arm frozen in mid-air, refusing to drop. His eyes were locked onto Janine's corpse. His lips trembled slightly, yet the depths of his eyes were utterly cold.
