Goldflame

<p>There are many things I never thought I'd find myself behind; the barrel of a gun is one of them.</p><p></p><p>I feel the tingle the rush as it slithers down my skin. I feel the cold.</p><p>Too many deaths-one of them will be the death of me.</p><p></p><p>Julian is determined to make me pay for someone else's sins. And I'm struggling not to succumb to his mercy not to fall to my knees and beg.</p><p></p><p>But as my legs give in as my muscles strain and my voice weakens I keep the handle of my knife tight in my grip. My mother's suffering collides with mine as I use my last breath to take away the ones who stole hers.</p><p></p><p>I keep fighting. I keep killing. I keep hoping.</p><p>Even when ghosts are the only company I have left.</p><p>Even when he's the last thing I see.</p>