Chapter 54: Goodbye

Vix stared at the motionless assassin. The Riverman was dead. She had not seen it firsthand, before.

He looked strange, diminished somehow. There was nothing terrifying or imposing about the tangle of cloth and metal lying there, like a forgotten bundle of belongings discarded on the roadside. The Riverman looked as inhuman in death as he did in life.

Caine, kneeling above her, let out his breath in a hiss. Vix’s pistol fell from his fingers to clatter noisily to the ground. His eyes remained glued to the Riverman for another split-second. Then, he turned his back to the assassin.

He bent over Vix. His wild eyes went to her side and then immediately shot up again, as though he could not bear to look. Caine ran a hand tenderly through her hair. “Vix? Vix? How are you? Can you move?”

Vix could not even shake her head. The only movement she could manage was the barest rise and fall of her chest. Even that was becoming hard.