"Are you sure?" Lucien tilted his head, voice steady. "I've already neutralized every one of your men. I knew about your scheme long ago — I let you move first. Now look: you've walked right into my trap."
He grinned. "How does defeat taste?"
Lambert's face drained of color. All those years, he had managed to escape Lucien. But this time, he couldn't. He had been so confident about his plan that he was almost sure he could end Lucien's game this time. But he had been defeated again. And worst, he was at gunpoint, trapped badly. There was no hope for escape.
Lucien would kill him this time.
"Yes, you are right," Lucien said as if he had heard his inner voice. "I won't let you walk out of here." As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing Lambert's forehead.
Anne shrieked at the loud sound of gunfire. Augustine hurried over to her and hugged her. "It's over, my love. You are safe."
"Augustine," Anne sobbed.
