POV: Alaric
But I had been patient. So painfully patient.
I had ripped it out slowly. Let her feel every inch of it until she breathed her last.
A cruel smile twitched at the corner of my lips. It served her right. But why did the image haunt me from that moment on?
No one, not even my father, knew what I had done until this day. Everyone just concluded she had left because her mate got married to someone else.
Very laughable. A therapist who needed therapy.
She had sat across from me in her little chair, saying what no one else would dare to.
She had dared to tell me that my obsession for my little stepsister was a taboo, and when I refused to listen, she had chipped it in that she might be forced to tell my parents about it.
The worst mistake of her life.
I certainly made sure it never happened.
Bitch.
She thought she could fix me.
