There was no more light for him. She was silenced. Forever. ®️Book 4 of «On The Count Of Four» series

She had missed again but how was that even possible? The bullet had lodged into his head after breaking through his mask. There was no body nor blood anywhere to indicate that he had dropped dead. Sighing, she let herself slip down with her back on the wet, brick wall. She was till holding the damn mask in her hand and she had the urge to throw it away but she knew better than that. "I'm sorry love," she whispered to no one in particular. "Maybe next time." ®️Book 1 of the «One The Count Of Four» series

He felt empty and despaired. He couldn't believe it was over in such a tragic way. He was thrown into sorrowing, secretly wishing he would appear again to mock him and call him a coward for one more time. But the little voice in his head told him he wasn't going to return. He curled his hands into fists. It wasn't supposed to end like this. It was never supposed to end by a stranger, by someone who wasn't part of their endless dance of blades. ®️Book 2 of the «One The Count Of Four» series

"All we believe, is it a dream that comes crashing down on us? All that we hope, is it just smoke and mirrors?" Nothing is as it seems in the City Of Progress but the Sherrif and her Enforcer are fond to find the truth behind the smoke. At what cost?