My dad used to tell me I should never cause anyone pain. In my childhood, he made me apologize to our neighbor's kid, who pushed me to the ground first because he didn't want a girl to join his soccer team. I used to see them play every afternoon from our terrace. It fascinated me more with mud all over them. I couldn't help but reach them, and when they hurt me, I beat them all up, unaware of how easily Luciana's men would recognize me with my temper that matched hers and brought me here after kidnapping me.
Now, standing by the window, I look down the window and see Raven fussing while helping others with cleaning the ground that I painted with the traitors' blood this morning. I've spared no one this time and put on a good show that everyone will remember until they die. The terror in
