Ella.
Eva really had the nerve to stand there and call me her best friend, as though the word still meant anything between us. The same Eva who had shamelessly crawled into my husband's bed without even a flicker of remorse, as though betrayal was something she could dress up and walk away from clean.
The thought alone made something inside me twist painfully.
At that point, all I could think about was smashing her skull against the nearest wall—just once, just enough for her to understand even a fraction of what she had put me through.
I wanted her to feel it—the shock, the pain and the humiliation. Every broken piece she had forced into me.
"Why make her feel pain, when we can just kill her and send her corpse to Alex?" Nyx asked suddenly, her presence inside me stirring violently, like a storm pressing against my mind, restless and eager.
Her words were sharp, unfiltered, almost excited.
