Chapter 219: Guilt
Cassian’s grip tightened as if sensing his defiance. "Don’t bother," Cassian said, his voice a low growl. "You’re finished."
But Lucas was not finished. Not yet.
He raised the shard of ice, his hand trembling from the effort. Cassian’s eyes narrowed, expecting another desperate attack. But Lucas didn’t strike at him. Instead, with a final, defiant glare, he turned the shard inward and plunged it into his own chest.
Cassian’s eyes widened in shock, his grip on Lucas faltering as the ice shard pierced through his ribcage. The world seemed to freeze for a moment, the storm of frost and fury around them coming to an abrupt halt.
"What are you—" Cassian began, but his voice was cut off as Lucas’s body convulsed. With no hesitation, he let go of Lucas’s neck. He let him drop to the ground.
The shard of ice glowed faintly, a soft, eerie light emanating from within. Lucas gasped as the cold seeped into his chest, spreading outward like tendrils of frost wrapping around his heart. His vision cleared for a brief moment, the suffocating haze lifting just enough for him to meet Cassian’s startled gaze.
"This... Is on my terms," Lucas rasped, his voice weak but resolute. He did not know if he would get a third chance. Years of preparation. Hundreds of assassins, and yet, he died to this man again.
But no... The only way he could have a moment of peace is to go knowing that Cassian did not succeed. Cassian did not kill him! He left on his own accord.
Cassian let go, and Lucas crumpled to the ground, coughing and gasping as air rushed back into his lungs. He clutched at the shard embedded in his chest, the faint glow intensifying with each passing second.