Chapter 33 -Mercy
Emmerich In her mid-shift, Sienna looked feral, a far cry from the librarian I met a little more than two months ago. The keys were not just leading up to the final door, but they were also opening her up. Little by little. It was always about her. My brother was bleeding on the marble floor. He could die fast or slow, but his death seemed inevitable. I could show him mercy by tearing his throat and ending it swiftly, or I could make him wait until he bled himself to death. Was it a matter of what he deserved? “Touch him,” a voice ordered. She was still here with us, then. Elspeth. “Touch his head.” I crawled toward my brother, touching his temple with my heated palm. “Let him feel you as you feel him. Even emotions travel. They travel faster than anything ever could.” My palm
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