CHAPTER FIFTEEN FALLACIES

Luke's uncle sat back in the passenger seat, his expression turning disdainful as he regarded Luke with cold indifference. "You're slipping, Luke. Your last mission was a disaster waiting to happen." Luke gritted his teeth, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He didn't need his uncle to tell him how poorly things had gone. The memory of his failed mission still haunted him, a constant reminder of his shortcomings. "I know," Luke replied through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with tension. "Things didn't go according to plan." His uncle scoffed, a mocking smirk curling his lips. "According to plan? Do you call leaving witnesses behind 'according to plan'? It would help if you had tied up loose ends, Luke. Killed the girl before she could become a problem." Luke's blood ran cold at his uncle's words, a surge of anger rising. He knew that his uncle had always been ruthless, willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. But Luke refused to stoop to his le