Seeing the fear in Kevin's eyes, Kael smiled—a satisfied, cold smile. "Goodbye," he said, preparing to pull the trigger.
But before he could, a voice shouted from behind.
"Kael, stop!"
Kael's finger, already halfway into squeezing the trigger, paused. He glanced behind him. The man with the gun shoved in his mouth also turned toward the voice, his eyes lighting up with hope.
Bach Ponce stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other clutching his bleeding side. "Kael… stop. Don't kill him."
"Oh?" Kael raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? He didn't hesitate to hurt you. He would've killed your family without blinking. And you don't want him dead?"
