“What do we do about the guards?” I asked, pulling my dagger out of the now dead guard. I wiped the blade on the grass before glancing back at Navarro. He was gathering the weapons the guards had confiscated from him when he had climbed out of the river.
“We need to kill them.” His tone was cold and flat, leaving no room for arguing.
I had killed before. It was a necessary part of the world we lived in, but something felt strange about killing two men who were tied up and defenseless. “Is there any other way?”
Navarro paused and looked at me carefully. His eyes on my skin made me burn in the best way possible. “No, we told them where we were heading, and they know our faces. If we leave them alive, it will cause more problems down the road. It will be impossible to accomplish our goal.”
