Crossed Lines (Steel Legends #5)

Prologue

Henry

I don’t regret it.

Not for a second.

People think there’s this moment—after you take a life—where you’re supposed to crumble. Fall to your knees. Question everything.

But I don’t.

I remember the look on his face, the way his mouth curled in that half smile like he thought he still had the upper hand.

He thought I wouldn’t do it.

He was wrong.

I pulled the trigger. Simple as that.

My sister was safe. That’s all that mattered.

I believe in what I did. I’d do it again. Hell, I’d do worse if I had to.

But the nightmares don’t know that.

They don’t care.

They come anyway. They rewind the scene, slow it down, and stretch it out until I wake up with my heart racing and my lungs screaming for air.

It’s not guilt. I know guilt.

This is something else. Something meaner. Something quieter.

It’s memory, maybe. Or the cost of doing the right thing.

Because there’s always a price.

And I’m paying it.