Chapter 5
The moment I came back, I never intended to let the Locke family go.
Every person involved in Ranger’s death would pay.
He died so horribly—how could I possibly forgive them?
Damon suddenly released my hair and wiped the blood from his face.
“You’re right,” he said. “Some things must be tortured slowly.”
His eyes settled on me.
“Since you’re back, then let’s play.”
He turned to the guards. “Watch her. Don’t let her run.”
Then he turned to Yvette, and in an instant his expression softened into fake tenderness. He gently wiped away her tears.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
She burst into sobs and threw herself into his arms. “As long as you’re here, it doesn’t hurt. As long as you’re with me, I’m not afraid of anything.”
I watched him carry her away to a private room while I sank to the floor, my body burning from dozens of cuts.
Then the crowd started again.
They all came closer, mocking me with vicious delight.
“Where did this trash come from?” “Mr. Damon was merciful not to take half her life.” “She’s just an orphan Mr. Locke’s grandfather picked up.” “They raised her all these years and she repaid kindness with hatred.” “Serves her right she got kicked out.”
Then someone laughed, pulled out a phone, and said, “I still have that old video of her dog.”
The people around him immediately crowded in.
“Show us.” “I want to see too.”
The sound of Ranger’s screams burst from the phone.
Something in me snapped.
I grabbed another shard from the floor, lunged at the man, seized his hair, and drove the glass straight into his eye.
He shrieked so loudly it cut through the air.
And I stood there listening to it as though I were appreciating music.
When I turned back, every person who had just been pointing fingers and shouting at me had gone silent.
No one wants to provoke a madwoman.
I was the one who had stabbed the Locke heir and blinded a man in public. Even the guards hesitated to touch me.
I spat blood on the floor in front of them.
“Trash,” I said.
Then I turned and followed the direction Damon had gone.