Chapter 28
Kingsley lowered his head in defeat, with Mia's wail filling the air. In a blink, his head rolled off his shoulders.
I strode forward confidently, picking up Kingsley's head, whose eyes were popped out. I dropped it and kicked it straight in Mia's direction.
“Do you love it? Should it be sundry and given to you in place of flowers?“ I asked, with a hint of a tinge of mockery in my tone.
Tears cascaded, my countenance grew darker and graver, with skins becoming pale. Her Lips quivered in a bid for words but pursed back into a thin line.
Her gaze lifted to my side, with a rebuff in her eyes and a killing intent. I stared at her, not blinking an eye.
She hurriedly narrowed her gaze down on her father's head. Her hands stretched forth in a bid to pick it, but I kicked it away.
