Chapter 102
Annalise
They burned him.
Victor's body was thrown into the fire, flames curling hungrily around his lifeless form, devouring the man who had brought me nothing but ruin. But before they cast him into the inferno, they did something unexpected.
His golden eyes—those cursed eyes that always gleamed with knowledge he should have never possessed—were taken.
Dane held them in his hands, a quiet understanding passing between him and Sylus. Somehow, they knew. Knew that Victor’s eyes held the power of my ancestor, a legacy of darkness and destruction.
I should have felt something watching him turn to ash.
Relief, maybe.
But all I felt was emptiness.
I couldn’t stop crying. The past two days had crushed me beneath their weight, suffocating me in a way no spell, no curse, ever
