Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"About her." Colt nods toward the passenger side.
The door opens, and Destiny slides out. She looks thinner than I remember, her face sharper. But her eyes are the same—our mother's eyes, defiant even when afraid. In her arms, wrapped in a pale-yellow blanket, is a tiny sleepin’ face.
My niece or nephew. Blood of my blood.
And there it is.
The truth.
The eight dissenters saw what I refused to see.
This was never just about Savannah and me.
This was about worlds colliding—Ashby wealth against Kane poverty, political power against outlaw justice, inheritance against survival.
"Legion," Destiny says, her voice smaller than I remember. "I'm sorry. It's just… I wanted you to see her and I couldn't wait no more."
She slides an eye over to Colt.
And suddenly it all makes sense.
Why he helped me.
So I would not kill him when this moment came.
I take another step forward, close enough now to see the dark circles under my sister's eyes, the way her hands tremble slightly as she holds her child.
Battle lines aren't drawn in sand. But in blood, and ink, and history.
My name echoes in my head—Legion, for we are many—and I understand now that the war tattooed across my body was never just decoration.
It was prophecy.
I pull my gun out of my pants and aim it at Colt Ashby's head.