“That’s right, Tiffany. I heard your child died so tragically because you committed too many sins.”
“To make it into a relic, I even kept it in a church for a whole month to absorb light!”
“Tell me, could the fact that you can’t conceive now, that even IVF won’t work, be because this child resents you?”
Her words pierced my heart, tearing flesh and blood as if with claws.
I slammed her onto the table, drew my dagger, and sliced across her face.
“Did the priest tell you that today you would meet a blood calamity?”
“Evie, I had originally wanted to let you go, but you are asking for death!”
With a flick of my wrist, blood blossomed across her face like a cruel, dark flower.
Just as the dagger neared her neck, Zavier kicked it away with a sharp force.
“Enough! How long are you going to keep making trouble?”
Before his words faded, I drew a gun and pressed it to Evie’s forehead.
The fury in his eyes deepened. “Tiffany! Was what Evie said wrong?”
“Look at what you’ve become! How are you any different from a lunatic?”
“If it weren’t for you insisting on going out to kill that night, would the child have died? When will you ever reflect on your own mistakes?”