IT’S OVER. Life as I’ve known it was officially dead.
The veil of innocence had been lifted and left me stumbling to find my way.
Sure, I awoke every day and went through the motions, it’s what was expected. However, every time I laid awake at night staring at the ceiling, the persistent voice just wouldn’t let me be.
WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE YOUR SOUL FOR? It taunted incessantly.
I knew it was a test; one that had been given to challenge my faith—to speak to my morality, to give me a chance at redemption.
And in that, I failed. Because, despite my stumbles, my answer always remained the same.
HIM. Garland. I would sacrifice my soul for him every single time.
Perhaps I’m crazy. But, I made a binding deal with the devil that couldn’t be broken.
I just pray that deal doesn’t get me killed.
A man never apologizes for something he meant to do.
It’s what I was taught as a boy and something I’ve lived by since. So, if Camry was expecting an apology for McKellan’s death, it’d be a long-a*s wait.
That’s how Vidov’s have always dealt with threats; and a man’s past inevitably shaped his future.
But, hell, I’ve got bigger problems to worry about.
Someone wanted me dead.
That wasn’t news. And it might not have been such a big deal had they not involved my wife.
That was an unforgivable offense.
Come after my family, I’m coming after yours.
Every last one of them.
Even your fu*king dog.
Plenty of blood would be spilled and no mercy would be given.
If you asked for The Reaper…that’s exactly what you’d get.