| First Training

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Learn how to kill? I wasn't a killer. Not even during my years as an imprisoned slave had I ever attempted to kill anyone. It just wasn't something I thought I had in me. Taking someone's life. Ending their existence in this world. Being the one to send their soul to heaven or hell. I'd witnessed countless killings and murders. I'd seen blood drain from people who had taken their last breath, but I never thought I'd be able to be the one to deal with the death blow.

Anthony stared down at me. "Don't look so worried. This is something you need to do."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"I told you. If anyone is going to kill Zoloft, it's you. After everything he's put you through, you deserve to be the one to end it all."

"I don't want to. I can't kill."

"Remember the night at the beach? You said you trusted me."

"And I do. But I'm not a killer." My heart started to pound like a jackhammer against my ribs.