Grey's eyes narrowed.
The system had included her full name as if to remind him of the life he'd taken.
He wasn't one to get sentimental, but the thought crept into his mind anyway—who was Greta Hudgen, really?
What kind of life had she led before she'd turned to poison and ambush?
And what had driven her to the point of trying to kill others for her own gain?
A knot formed in his stomach.
Killing an old woman, especially one who posed little physical threat, wasn't exactly something he wanted to get used to.
She was no warrior, no formidable opponent, just a person willing to poison and betray. He'd done what he had to, yet he felt the weight of his actions pressing down on him.
He clenched his fists. If he didn't stay focused, if he didn't do what needed to be done, even more lives would be at stake.
If he hesitated, the deaths of innocent people would be on him.
