My Mate, My Killer
I longed to tear them apart with my own claws, to make them pay for what they had done—not just to my Mamita and to Elliot, but what Hestia did to Zarion as well.
Blood, brutality, vengeance. Those three are singing in my veins now, and it sends me raw happiness that I can finally end Hestia and her Rogue at this very heartbeat. I don’t need to wait for tomorrow’s duel arranged by the Chancellor. I can fucking cut her head off, here and now.
Hestia and her Rogue, who she called Vereena, landed on the trunk of the tree as Bridgette and I yeeted them from the ground and sent them flying in the air. A crack of bones from their back sent me smiling.