Each time the memory of those cursed videos clawed into Elena’s mind, she growled with rage. The images of Jamil being torn apart by those devils’ acts were fire in her chest. She wished their blood would spill on the ground. She wished they would die screaming.
But, above them all, one name burned hotter than the rest. Lucian. The instigator of the whole plan. Hatred filled her throat. If she had him before her, she would shred his flesh, scatter his bones, and feed his remains to the night. Nothing in her heart was more bitter than her hunger to see him ruined.
After weighing it all in silence, Elena’s voice finally cut through. “If they are willing to speak of what happened, then I can write it. Their voices will not be buried.”
Barr. Anderson studied her eyes for a moment. He saw th
