'If I kill them in cold blood, I'd have my revenge, but I'd rob Clila of her own.' Lith thought. 'I would make her a victim of my violence, adding the trauma caused by what I'd do to the man responsible for the death of her little brother.
'As much as I hate it, this is not about me. It's about her. I'm the instrument of her justice.'
"It was an accident!" Shet knew those were the wrong words the moment he saw all of Lith's seven eyes flare with mana in outrage and disgust. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I was just having some fun with my friends."
"Fun?" Clila spat out the word like poison. "If you wanted fun, you could have drunk yourself to death here and broken your neck by galloping through the fucking park of your mansion!
"Why did you have to do it in the middle of the road? Why did you have to kill my brother?"
