On the other side of the city, Miriam ended the call. Her claws trembled slightly as she pressed the transfer, sending the money into Cecilia's account. She shut her phone and lifted her gaze toward Elena.
“Elena, what should we do next?” Miriam asked. She sat stiffly on the couch, her hands wrapped around her knees, eyes burning with a need for vengeance.
Elena moved slowly. She stood in the small kitchen, brewing coffee. “Let Lucian enjoy himself for a while,” Elena finally said. She set down the pot, carried two steaming cups, and placed one into Miriam's hands.
“Lucian is addicted to gambling now,” Elena continued. “He’ll keep playing, thinking he can win. While he looks for you, he’ll sit at those tables, chasing luck until the fire inside him burns to ashes. And when he loses it a
