Even if Logan and the rest had orchestrated her parents' deaths, even if her grandfather, the only one who had truly cherished her, had likely fallen because of them, they… were… still… her… family.
She shared their blood. No matter how much she hated them, she wasn't ready to stain her hands with their lives.
And so, she chose a different path, one that would make them suffer, endlessly, without escape. A fate worse than death. For the second time that night, Alex was surprised.
He had expected her to take the moral high ground, to insist that Logan should simply rot in prison for the rest of his life.
Instead, she had chosen a much crueler road. He had seen saints before. But a devil in the making?
That was a first. It seemed his first love, the once-soft and innocent girl, was already past the point of no return.
With that settled, he moved on to more pressing matters.
