Chapter 37

Patricia

I'm sitting on the couch, wrapped in a colorful and fuzzy blanket, while Elijah is eyeing me. It seems Dior has gotten the entire pack to accept him, even if the handsome man is a vampire.

Elijah stares deeply into my eyes, trying to read my soul. "Do you want me to make you forget, lady Patricia? With compulsion, the scene of your father hanging inside your living room could disappear."

I shake my head, and when I realize it's not enough to convince the vampire, I speak up.

"I don't want to forget about what I've seen," I'm hoping my eyes convey the burning desire for revenge. I've been underestimated my entire life, but tonight a fire has been lit up inside of me. An eye-for-an-eye, isn't that what it's called? I wish to make my enemy bleed. "I want to find whoever did this and kill them myself. By my own hands."

Elijah gawks at me before exchanging a glance with Dior, who seems very amused by my answer. He is standing a bit further away