Perhaps our relationship had twisted from that very moment, a wrong beginning, destined never to have a good ending.
Evie pulled the gun from Zavier’s waist, trembling so violently her movements were chaotic.
“If you dare hurt Zavier, I won’t let you live!”
Too bad the fool hadn’t even known how to pull the trigger.
I advanced step by step as she screamed frantically, panic dripping from every word. In a flash, I struck her wrist and wrenched the gun into my own hand.
I leveled it at her forehead.
Evie collapsed like rotting flesh, clutching her head as she crouched in terror, her screams piercing the air.
“If you want revenge, know your place. Zavier, your taste is appalling.”
I took the ashes with me and left the chaos behind.
But Zavier didn’t return home, and likely never would again.
A night passed, and the world outside whispered that I had fallen from favor, that the blood-drenched demon who licked knives had been replaced.
For Evie, he had reformed himself, even going to prison to apologize one by one to those he had wronged, all in the name of accumulating virtue for their next child.