[Fenrick]
The moment the child pointed at me, something inside me... twitched.
It wasn't fear and it wasn't anger.
I felt my fingers lift before I gave them permission—reaching, twitching, aching toward the girl's little neck. Violet was still squatting, her back to me as she whispered something soft to Raye. My hand inched forward like it had a mind of its own.
I could kill them both and let the doubles take the blame before that little girl exposed me.
No.
I seized my left wrist with my right, pinning it to the armrest of the chair. The tendons flexed beneath my palm, writhing stubbornly to break free.
'What do you think you're doing?' I arched a brow. Ever since I'd let that thing take my body, it often acted out of line. Even if it was for our benefit, killing Violet wasn't part
