Chapter Seventy-ThreeI wanted to go after Angelina. I wanted to kill Remo. Instead, I stood, held in place by his will alone. I snarled, pawed the ground like a rabid animal. I wanted a fight. I wanted to kill someone who mattered to him.
Remo laced his hands behind his back and stepped closer, avoiding the body parts and the headless bodies without looking down. He was aware of my anger, my grief, my regret, the fact I wanted to hurt him. I didn't flinch; I wanted to be punished. I wanted to hurt.
I roared, the sound echoing. Instead of punishing me, instead of reprimanding me for the c*****e, he did the opposite.
“You've been an exceptional pupil, the best I've ever had.” He moved closer, peering up at me. “I hate that you have to go. I did wish to spare you.” He sighed, a long, nasal
