57. House Arrest

Sinclair

Staring at the skies, I watch the burning building, the smoke from the fire drift higher and higher, dissipating once it reaches the skies.

Once, someone had told me that revenge consumed and left nothing but ashes behind. An emptiness and a hollow that could never be filled. She had been wrong.

Satisfying couldn't quite cut it. I feel much lighter than I have since Danika died. A weight has been pulled off my chest and I smile truly, licking off Eliana's sickly blood from my lips.

Her brown eyes had widened with fear, and she had screamed. I had laughed at the sound of it. Sable had chuckled, a predator who had finally gotten his hands on his prey.

I let him take over.

Letting Naomi take Ginevra from here had been to prevent her from seeing it. It was nothing she could stomach. What I did to Eliana. The depravity of it. There was not much left of her. Sable tore her apart, slowly, delicately, skillfully. She had screamed. For a damn long time.

Sinclair, pl