Gideon
Well, Riva’s coven had done a number on her again. That was how they treated their best soldier, apparently. The vigilante witches knew it would destroy her to find out she had killed an innocent man. Yet, they wanted to push her to the brink.
It was lucky that she didn’t actually kill that innocent man. The kid would have been scarred for life if ever she had to find her daddy swimming in a pool of blood.
“You deserve better than how they treat you,” I told Riva when we got home.
“How do they treat me?” she asked. She was serious, but of course, she knew what I meant.
“Like a -,” I sighed. How could I put this a little more nicely?
“Like a woman with no conscience?” she asked, her mouth twisting a little. Was she joking around at a time like this?
“She’s a little nuts, yo
