Kira's POV
I braced myself against the worn wooden desk in the hunting lodge, fighting back a wave of dizziness as pain radiated from my shoulder. The bullet wound throbbed relentlessly, a constant reminder of how close I came to joining Mom in death. The painkillers had worn off hours ago, but I refused to take more—I needed my mind clear, focused.
"You should rest," Claire said from behind her laptop screen, concern etched on her face. "That shoulder isn't going to heal if you keep pushing yourself."
"I'll rest when Scott's either dead or behind bars," I replied, sorting through the stack of financial documents we'd printed. "Preferably dead."
"Jesus, bloodthirsty much?" Claire raised an eyebrow. "Though I can't say I disagree."
The lodge was rustic but functional—a large main room with stone……
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