Now that she'd done it, now that she'd claimed the life of a man who was powerless to fight back against her, Ashlynn's stomach railed against her, trying to expel the thin porridge she'd eaten for breakfast along with a mouthful of bile. Stubbornly, she swallowed the contents of her stomach back down and took several deep breaths.
Marcell had warned her that if she ever needed to kill someone, it was best if it looked like something other than an interrogation. Accidents were good, as was anything that prevented people from finding a body. But, when you had no other choice, it was best to make it look like a different sort of crime had taken place, like a robbery, rather than an interrogation.
