"CASSIAN!"

"CHOOSE! Eve," he roars, tightening the hold of his magic around their necks. And although I didn't hear his voice. I could read his mouth. "...choose please Eve..."

I breathed in and as I let my breath go, so did my arrow. He released my knights almost at the same time and, as if he knew of my foolishness, he shifted his body to the left just in time as my arrow struck his heart. The smile of content on his pale white face while he was falling couldn't escape my eyes.

Static was an arsehole. Of that he was certain. He was the vice leader of the most powerful gang in the centre, nobody could stop him. until he meets Yasha, that is.

Inspired heavily by Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and Johannes Cabal the Necromancer

This is my first story, it will be shit, the story will be messy and my grammar won't be perfect, my "schedule" will be irregular as fuck, but I'm going to try, and I hope that counts.