Nicholas
I look at Daynara’s sleeping form as I gather her empty dishes. She looks too tiny and fragile for someone who has endured so much abuse. Regret sits in my belly like a lead weight when I recall what she said Dion did to her after I departed. Jaw tight, I step out of the room and slam my fist against a nearby wall. I can’t believe I left her with that monster. She would have died at his hands, and I would not have been the wiser.
I spend the rest of the night and day researching Dion’s records for any incriminating evidence. I also consider how to approach him next. I know I need to get him to my home if I want to kill him. A plan forms in my head, making a sour taste spread in my mouth when I realize what I need to do.
Logan contacted me at around midnight with the news that
