Avalana’s POV
Everyone in the room stared at me, including Vincenzo and Felix. I myself was surprised at his sudden entry. He was supposed to be in the hospital, recovering.
He stormed to me, looking at me with indecipherable expression on his face. “What did you do baby girl?” he whispered, looking at my bloody form and then back at the men I killed.
His eyes slightly widened at the men behind me. “You did this?” he asked.
I nodded blankly. “They deserved it.”
He sighed. “Avalana, torturing a person is traumatizing, even for men like me. You don’t feel its effect now, but it will slowly eat your mind, this is one part I wished to keep you away from, the planned violence, I don’t want you to become me.”
I snorted and looked back at my handiwork without any remorse.
