Chapter Forty

Sasha sat outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she stared into the darkness. The events of the past few hours had shaken her, but as the initial shock wore off, she began to think more clearly. The image of Ethan—no, Hades—on live television, pulling the trigger without hesitation, still lingered in her mind. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no right to judge him.

After all, she, too, had blood on her hands.

It wasn’t so long ago that she had orchestrated the death of Dean Hooper. Big Tom may have been the one to physically snuff out Dean’s life, but it was Sasha who had put the plan into motion. She was the one who had lured Dean to his doom, driven by a thirst for revenge that had clouded her judgment. In that moment, she hadn’t hesitated; she hadn’t questioned whether it was right or wrong. All she knew was that Dean had hurt Ethan, and he had to pay for it.

Sasha clenched her fists, the cold metal of the chair digging into her pa