A Deadly Love Affair
Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?”
The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment.
I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.”
Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.