After dinner was finished I took the dishes of the other two as they went off to their separate beds. At least I hoped they’d stay in separate beds. I didn’t trust Argent at all to stay away from Nicon. That bastard spent too much time with the fairy. Every time I turned around he was cuddled up with her. One of the dishes cracked in my hand as I squeezed it too tight.
I was going to kill her. I knew that she knew that. But why did her breaking down disturb me so much? Much like her unicorn companion had boasted, I had no humanity left. But yet I was feeling something. Remorse, guilt, fear that I wouldn’t be able to carry out my will. But if I didn’t kill her I would lose my chance on bringing back April.
I tossed the broken dish into the trash and rinsed the bloody scratches I had acqu
