2.25

“Because I’m going to kill him,” I muttered venomously. Even Lachlan squeezing my hand doesn’t rid me of the rage I feel whenever I think of what my Uncle has put so many people through. I was not the only woman that suffered such a fate. I will be the one to avenge all the others as I avenge myself. I will be the one to instill the same fear in him that he drove endlessly into countless victims.

“Death will not come quickly for him,” Val purrs wickedly.

“Slow and horrifying,” I agree. “For him and for every last one of his men.”

We have imagined my uncle’s death countless times, and quickly could never describe one of those fantasies.

“Your story doesn’t explain how the necklace came to be mine and why I do not remember my mother having it,” I said, redirecting my thoughts before they got out of hand and Val gets worked up.

He sighs. “This was not my second, but my third attempt to save you from death, Elelira. The first time, I used your mate’s sacrifice of your uncle to try