Eliana stepped away, detaching herself from Remy. The refugees. Patrik. Hob and his notebook. And tiny Linnet… Three hundred and sixty-seven, give or take, if no one else had made it out. Plus the ninety-three she’d reached before the guns stopped. Four hundred and sixty bodies’ worth of blood coating her hands a bright, blazing red.
Well yeah??? What did you think was going to happen
