Chapter 242
Myrah's POV
I turned to face Treveur after giving Melvin, who was still holding the pistols, my full attention. I had eyes I couldn't believe.
Treveur was shot by Melvin. Melvin, not me, shot Treveur. In a pool of blood, he was lying on his back. He was clearly dead already, given the number of gunshot wounds he had sustained.
I was scared and confused at the same time as I glanced at Melvin. How had he behaved? How was he going about it? Was it me next?
I had my eyes wide open as I peered at Melvin. I had no idea what to anticipate. I was so scared that I was unable to speak. He just grinned at me, dropped the two weapons, and then fell forward, first to his knees and then to the ground. In front of me, motionless as if he were dead, he lay.
I stood there, attempting to make sense of what had transpired and what was going on. I placed my hands on my chest and closed my eyes.
They finished it.
At last, it was over.
