Chapter Twenty-Two
Alina strolled through the apartment, pistol in hand. The heels of her ankle boots clicked on the hard tile surface as her long cyan hair swayed behind her in a ponytail. In her tailored dark suit, she might be mistaken for an attractive young businesswoman.
If it wasn’t for the blood splattered all over her clothes.
Her victims lay either dead or dying. A few of them groaned from their pools of blood, barely able to keep their eyes open. She holstered her weapon and crouched beside a man glaring at her, his hatred palpable.
She clucked her tongue as she reached into his pants pocket and fished around. She yanked out a small silver-colored bar and shook it at the dying man. “This sort of thing isn’t for people like you. This sort of thing isn’t safe for anyone, but y
