Chapter 39 What Would Hound Do?

• His lifeless body slumped under its own weight as Emily looked on, her expression disturbingly blank. Another corpse—nothing more. She slowly raised her gaze from the fallen soldier to Gazier, who stood hunched forward, struggling for breath.
• “How much for your gun?” he asked through a pained grin, wincing at the burn of his recent backstab wound. Emily, edging closer, offered a curt reply:
• “I’m not selling.”