“Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.” ~ Alice Sebold
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(Elian)
Elian's body burned in anger as she saw Jasper walking out with a lazy look on his face. He looked too smug and she wanted to rip his face off. She looked at the haughty looking woman with a derisive look on her face, and Elian wished she could do something to them. They tried to kill her. Not once, not twice, but three damn times. If she wasn't a better fighter, she might already be dead, and they would be sitting on top of her grave, drinking wine and cheering.
But, no. She was f*cking alive, and they were going to regret ever crossing her path.
"Hello cousin. So, that makes you my aunt," Elian glared at the two of them, her lips pulled up in a disgusted frown.
