“It was meant to vent your anger in the first place. If you want it, keep it.”
Rage boiled through me. I drew my dagger and pressed the blade to his throat.
“You know what this means to me! Zavier, you bastard!”
That was our first child, and the only one.
When I was pregnant, he had been caught in a bloody gang massacre, barely clinging to life. I hid in the villa’s basement, but even there, enemies found me.
With a five-month belly, I gripped the dagger he had given me and drove it through a man who dared approach.
By the time Zavier returned, the villa had already been reduced to ashes by my hand. He held me in the sea of fire, tears streaked with blood, raw and endless.
“I swear, not one of them will be spared. I’ll use their blood to honor our child, to pave her way to reincarnation.”
He had done it, and yet our child was gone too.
Because of the fire, the scar winding across my belly remained forever. And now, he made a joke of it.
“Is it really necessary to care about something that belongs to the dead? Besides, you were the one at fault first. Consider this compensation for Evie.”
Evie stepped forward, a cruel smile lighting her face.