Anya's pov
I paced around my room biting at my nails severely at the possible outcome of Eros's trip to the out house.
I was sure he would find her dead, burnt and charred.
There was no way she could have survived what I had done and especially with the way I prepared it.
I was sure of a job well done but the anxiety coursing through me made me doubt my mind and my capabilities.
I didnt know whom to reach out to, to ask about the outcome or if they heard any news.
If I was to go forward and ask all these, accusing fingers could easily be pointed at me and that was something that was to be avoided.
If Eros should find out that I had been behind most of Demi's suffering all these while, he wouldn't hesitate to snap my neck and wipe out anything related to me including my mother for
