Tanith POV
I move to where Agatha still hasn't managed to get to her feet. I place my hand on her head, giving her the strength she'll need to make this ba**ard suffer. I also give her visions of all the times that nasty pr*ck betrayed her. When she finally manages to get to her feet, anger is rolling off her in waves. Her eyes meet mine and I produce a small blade. Hesitantly, she reaches out her hand and takes it. "Enjoy this reprieve Aggie, it won't last. Make him suffer the way he made you suffer." She nods and moves to stand in front of Rork.
"Agatha, don't do this. I am your beloved. I know you still love me despite the mistakes I made." A sinister smile spreads across her face, and she turns toward me. I nod not needing her to ask the question out loud. "I, Agatha Murphy, reject
