“Josephine?” Jared’s voice trembled with disbelief as stared at her, eyes wide, flooded with confusion and shock.

Slash!

Before could process what was happening, the long sword in Josephine’s hand drove cleanly through his chest.

He gasped, looking down at the blade buried in him, then back up at her.

“Josephine… Why?” whispered. “Why would you do this?”

His gaze remained fixed on with bewilderment. There was no hatred in his eyes, only the echo of trust betrayed.

Josephine met his eyes. Her brows drew together, expression tight with guilt and discomfort.