“No,” he exclaims, clenching his fists. “He has to pay for what he’s done.”
The room suddenly grows cold, and I have the urge to rub the chill from my bones. “By pay, you mean…k-kill him?”
“Yes. There is no other way.” He doesn’t miss a beat in his emotionless reply.
I knew it would come to this, but the thought sits heavily in my stomach. It shouldn’t, but it does. “What about the kids in the orphanage? They rely on him for—”
Saint hisses sharply before stalking toward me. He grips my cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Never forget where that money comes from. How many lives has he destroyed?”
“I know, but can’t we just leave? I am so sick of…death and vengeance. It’s all I’ve been surrounded with. I just want to forget.”
His manner softens as he strokes the apple of m
