Elizabeth's Pov
My feet arched where I stood with Winston smiling hard at me. His giggles weren't just ordinary ones, it was devious. He knew what he told me just now wasn't right. 'Cause how could he ask me to kill Jameson with my own hands? Yes, though, my hatred for the so-called man was the biggest among all but he couldn't possibly push me to do something absurd like that. How would I be able to stab someone to death? Wasn't it funny to him at all?
Winston took some steps backwards and uttered, "This is your enemy. The one person who decided to reject you instead of accepting you for who you are. He's the one person who has caused you so much pain and agony…" he paused as he looked back at me and gave me another devious smirk. "This is your chance, Elle. Your chance to end the life
