She had thought he needed her skills to save lives, but now she understood he wanted her to carry out his killing.
She wouldn’t harm an innocent person.
“Killing, yes, that’s easy,” Langston replied. “But making it so no one can trace it back? That’s where you come in.”
He placed the plush toy he’d been holding onto the table and stepped closer.
“Relax. Once it’s done, you’ll get what you’re owed. Name your price, and it’s yours.”
Katelyn’s face twisted with disgust as she took a firm step back, her voice icy.
“This isn’t just a job for me—it’s a matter of principle. I won’t do it! If you want him gone, get someone else to do your dirty work.”
She started to turn away, but the sharp click of a gun cocking froze her in place. Langston’s lips curved into a slow, taunting grin.
“Don’t move.”
Katelyn spun around, and her heart skipped a beat as she found herself staring down the barrel of Langston’s gun, aimed squarely at her forehead. Anger roared to life inside her, her fists clenching tight. What was this lunatic planning?
Vincent’s eyes turned steely as he fixed Langston with a piercing glare, his presence suddenly sharp and commanding.
“Langston, what do you think you’re doing?”
Langston’s grin widened, his tone calm but chilling.
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Katelyn felt a surge of frustration, at a complete loss for words. Trying to reason with Langston was like speaking to a brick wall. He was locked in his own twisted world, ignoring everything she said.
“If you’re really that fearless, pull the trigger. But know this—there will be consequences.”
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Her principles guided her like a compass. Even if she had to give ground now, there would be a price to pay in the end.
Langston’s smile stretched wider, a dark gleam in his eye.
“I respect your principles. So, I’ll grant your wish.”
He held her gaze with a chilling intensity, and from the look in his eyes, she knew he wasn’t bluffing. At this distance, Katelyn realized she wouldn’t even have a chance to react.
Vincent kept his gaze locked on Langston.
“Hades isn’t just any guest to the Adams and Wheeler families — she’s the most trusted healer among the elite. If you lay a finger on her, you’ll immediately have both families against you,” he warned, his voice like ice.
“The Walsh family may be powerful in Chaepstow, but we’re in Granville now. Pull that trigger, and I swear you won’t walk out of here alive.”
His tone wasn’t aggressive; it was a firm, clear warning. Vincent had laid out the stakes, leaving no room for doubt.
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