My finger trembles over the trigger, and before I can even think about what I’m doing, I pull it back. He drops to the pavement, blood pooling around his body. The next thing I know, the gun is being taken out of my hand before getting tossed to the ground. I look at his face, desperation in his eyes. His mouth opens, but he doesn’t speak. Instead of helping him, I watch him slowly slip away, while holding on to the fact that he can’t hurt any of us again. This man put us through a year of hell. Sebastian Saint was a fucked-up man, and he got exactly what he deserved.
