Chapter 26

EVELYN DE LUCA

I don’t feel anything. Nothing. Just an endless void, a dark fog that clouds everything, smothering whatever little spark of emotion is left inside me.

Yet, My heart is pounding frantically in my chest. The raw, frantic beats echo in my chest, but my thoughts remain a distant hum, impossible to grasp. My hands tremble, slick with sweat, but I refuse to let them show weakness.

It doesn’t matter.

I slipped into a void. Cold and unyielding. The darkness wraps around me, a heavy, suffocating blanket. My body exists—barely. My mind is miles away, shutting out everything.

One. Two. Three.

I looked up from my lap. At him. He was smiling at the people. So many people. Maybe they’re not innocent, and maybe some are. But they’re still going to die.

His smile is wide, practiced—like a mask. And those people, all of them, they don’t know what’s coming. They don’t know they’re already marked for death.

And in the end, so will I. If I failed in killing them.