Anger is a silent huntress looming in the night, ready to strike when you least expect it. She hovers over you like morning fog, clouding your judgment. She deceives you whenever she wills. You see a threat and she sees game. One moment it's there and the next it's gone, leaving a trail of regret. And, with someone else's blood on your hands. Blaze was looking at Malena was undisguised hatred in his eyes.
“You are the one who murdered her,” he said slowly as he advanced in her direction.
Malena was at a loss for words probably for the first time in her life. She had come to this position of power just by the fact that she was the only daughter of the magistrate and she had made sure that all her brothers had been killed while they were at sea. And after that she had never been challenged
