TRISTEN
“I think those ideas are already all you can think about.”
He had known from that first time she glared up at him when she woke up that she was going to kill him.
What he didn’t realize was she was going to drive him insane first.
He stalks towards the marble stone counter that served as both breakfast nook and dining table in the open plan living room of the small cottage.
The same counter he had tossed Callum over last night.
The cottage has been in his mother’s family for years.
So had some of those plates that had crashed to the ground and shattered last night.
Commander and his father had tried to get him to leave.
Tried and cajoled and threatened.
But future executioner or not, he is not about to let it go until he has to.
Not when this is all he has left of her.
