Scarlett’s POV
I stormed into Nathan’s house with three large henchmen. His mother was in the living room as usual. The last time I saw her, she was sitting in the same spot, watching TV and stirring up trouble in her son’s life. She had started all of this. Everything began with her and her ridiculous excuses for sacrifice. Looking at her now, I felt like picking up a club and hitting her over the head.
“What do you want?” she asked, fidgeting on the couch.
“What do I want?” I squatted in front of her, locking my gaze with hers. “I want your life,” I whispered, and she gasped. “Or maybe I will start by cutting off your legs.”
“You can’t do that. My son will have you arrested,” she said, trying to sound brave.
“Really? And what if I kill him too? Who is going to arrest me then? By tha
