Unfortunately, our father grew sick and died relatively young. By that time we were already doing the dirty work and running the show. That’s when Greg thought he killed me and got away with it. I was being watched by a Dark Forces officer, Captain Bridger, but back then he was a sergeant. He brought me in.” My eyes widen. “Wait. You were an executioner?” He nods. “It’s a ruthless job, one that I’m sad Emery had to take on.”
