Lady Vengeance Direct

"Reckoning's Waltz"

Thorne stared at her, eyes wide. He reached for the pistol on the table, but Elara was faster. She drew her weapon—a sleek, matte-black revolver—but she didn’t fire. She simply pointed it at his chest. The other men in the room, the accountants and the liars, scrambled for the exits, leaving their boss alone. lady vengeance

"You don't recognize me, Silas?" she asked. Her voice was low, void of the rage one might expect. It was the voice of an executioner reading a verdict. "Reckoning's Waltz" Thorne stared at her, eyes wide

"Who sent you?" Thorne spat, his voice trembling. " The Russians? The Triads? I can double whatever they’re paying." She simply pointed it at his chest

He gagged, clawing at the table, his eyes bulging in terror. Within seconds, his limbs went rigid. He slumped back into the booth, a statue of flesh and bone, his eyes screaming in silence.

She bypassed the front door. Thorne had beefed up security, hiring ex-mercenaries who patrolled the perimeter. But Elara had spent the last five years learning the blueprints of every building in New Eden, and more importantly, learning the weaknesses of men.