Lucianus
I stopped. The dagger froze in midair, trembling merely a breath away from piercing her chest and ending my torment.
I shouldn’t have stopped, but I couldn’t help it. I had to stop. I wanted to drive the blade through her chest and be free of this, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t with her looking up at me with my wife’s face, my Trinitia looking up at me, to die by my hand? To have her last words be that nickname as I plunged this dark cursed, blade into her chest.
I couldn’t.
I knew this woman wasn’t my wife. I knew she wasn’t, yet I couldn’t. It would be forever engraved in my mind. It would break me in a way her first death had not.
I had gone on a rampage against humans for her first death, but I could not do the same against myself. I shook myself. This had to be done. T
