Chapter 67
Lorenzo
Ella remained as still as she could be, her amethyst eyes void of any emotion but an anger that burned blue.
“I have been guilty of the deaths of hundreds of witches for three hundred years,” she continued, watching my reaction. I made sure to not give anything away. “I am guilty for the deaths of my family and the Locke’s parents. And now I am guilty for worser crimes: using other people’s powers for my own against their will.”
Her expression was bleak even as she turned back to the booth and resumed her painting. “I do not fault my cousin for finally washing his hands off me.”
That made me frown. In the short time I have known the Captain of the Queen’s Guard, he has shown nothing but unwavering love and devotion for his cousin. Everything he did had always been f
