The gunshot echoes through the plaza, as the weight against my back brings me stumbling to the ground. I can see nothing, only hear and feel the confusion around me. Grisham shouting orders. Something warm soaking my shirt. And Marta screaming... *her* name.
I scramble to my knees, catching her in my arms as she slips away, struggling to staunch the crimson river spreading across her breast. "Why?" I demand. I beg.
Tessa's smile is wry, mysterious. "Wouldn't.. let me... kill for you. Only... choice... I had... left."
The Queen of Swords wears no mask when she dies.