Elder Philip’s POV
I lay on the floor in the burning house, completely consumed by the fire, sulking in my failure. I wished the fire could kill me. I wanted to die in pain, screaming and shouting—but there was time for that. When I get to hell, I would receive full punishment for failing in life.
I hated myself so much. I wanted to pick up a knife and slit my throat, but everything I had was burning, and I lay in the middle of it—completely unharmed. I had eight days left, so there still would’ve been plenty of time to make things right, if only that stupid Alex had not messed things up for me.
Laura was dead, but not by my hands, and that thought will haunt me till my last breath.
Something still comforted me a little: I had murdered the real enemies. Laura never offended me, but she
