Chapter 85—

Lexie's hand shook even as she sat in the hospital. She had killed someone and though he deserved it, she still felt the need to lament. Her shaky finger had rested against the trigger without hesitation, they had pressed down urgently and without a second thought too, shouldn't she have felt something? Something other than her fear for Zheme's life, something other than her fear for his safety? Perhaps she had felt something, something that she had now forgotten, for how could she have killed a man and feel absolutely nothing while doing it? How could she have done something like that? Perhaps it was because everything that took place approximately a hour ago was something new to her, something she never thought she'd experience. The blood, the bullets, the deaths, it was all a surprise to her. She had known things would get messy between Zheme and his father, but she had never thought the mystery of the story went so deep. Andrew wasn't the mastermind but Dan, the old man she had spe