'She really lives up to her reputation as a Hunter sought after by several Family Factions.'
The moment their hands clasped, Morando sensed the danger. She couldn't pull her hand free from Brianna's grip. But as Brianna pierced her abdomen, Morando had already raised her gun again.
She fired several shots in a row at Brianna's head.
The spinning, searing bullets were like countless knife points twisting and tearing into her, like the golden and red skirts of a dancer unfurling. Countless colors, scents, and memories culminated in a single, humming, vibrating white light in her mind.
The pain was so savage, so swift, that Brianna could no longer feel it. The impact snapped her neck straight back, as if she had suddenly decided to look at the sky.
The roof blocked the sky. She couldn't see anything.
But she could feel it.
