Eve death

She simultaneously tried to tear the cleaver free and kick me in the face. Bad moves, both of them. What she should have done was not be between me and Rafael Santoro. And I had no damned time to waste on junior-grade psychopaths. As I shot to my feet, I gutted her from navel to breastbone, gave the knife a big push and twist at the top, and sent the tip of the blade into her black heart.

Eve looked at me with such profound confusion that it was as if she were trying to understand how this—her life, her ambitions, her goals—could simply end this quickly. Maybe she’d planned a drama for us, a big battle in which she would emerge victorious. Or perhaps she thought her mentor—her daddy—would step in to save her.

I tore my knife free and let her fall.

-Relentless pg. 471, Kindle Edition.