Alexander
The dagger taunted me. It lay on the rug at the foot of my bed. On it. As if it had always been there. My memory about it was hazy. From what I could recall, the last time I handled it was when I was investigating the symbols. Then, I had not seen it again.
I would get rid of it this time. For good. My bedside table no longer had any bottles, empty or full. The drink had been drained from me, and I had not heard from the creepy little girl. It was time to clear my head and take away whatever spell the dagger had on me.
I was not wholly innocent. The rage in me fueled it. The drunken haze added to the confusion. Hearing the hate from my brother’s lips, I wondered if I had always been like that. Did I sound like him? Evan was usually so cheerful. So optimistic. Hearing venom
