"I wasn't the one who turned you."
The pitiful excuse for a heart she had left skipped a beat. Could it be true? No. Never. Everything she'd ever known, ever been, had all pointed to this moment. Dmitry was the endgame. Always had been, always would be.
As he fell to the concrete below, she heard Numel come around the corner.
She barely heard his words of atonement. His explanation of how he had loved her so much he couldn't let her die. How if he'd known, he would never have done this to her. Then he drove his own dagger home, and fell to the ground to join his creator.
It registered when Karmen smiled next to her.
"It was Numel you were after all along," she said, her voice echoing her own disbelief as she sunk to the ground. Karmen's smile of triumph made Mia feel hollow inside, as if she'd sold her own soul to the devil.
As the woman she'd called 'friend' walked away, Mia surveyed the damage she'd done. Not one life, but two, laid waste before her. They had not been hers to take.