"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
"Neither did I."
But the sharp retort had cleared her mind briefly, and all she could see was the splash of scarlet across the heiress’ chest. She had always thought it was ironic, the splash of red Weiss wore around her neck, at her wrists.
There was no going back now. There was no escape from this - they were headed here from the moment they met in a room soaked in old blood. Weiss had little mercy in her heart for Brindle’s kind. She knew in the heart that still loved Weiss, still broke at every pained wheeze, that she wouldn’t see another day if she let the heiress live.
She had hoped to make it quick, but she never was a good shot. Brindle took a deep, slow breath, and her aim steadied. ”Goodbye, Weiss.”
