Fairmont leaped from the railing and plunged the dagger into Solomon's back. She pulled out the blade, flipped him on his back, and put her hand on his throat, dagger raised for the final plunge.

Then she looked into his eyes.

A tossing sea of dazed determination stared back at her.

Solomon would see eyes of purest emerald, bright windows into a soul not yet fully corrupted by the murders they committed. Her red hair draped around his face as she leaned closer to him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "When I have the power to raise you up, I'll come back for you, I promise." Then she pushed the dagger into his heart and twisted it.

"Forgive me."