She wasn't looking at her daughter anymore, she was facing a demon. Antonette burst into tears and drooped to the floor. Her whole body felt weak as the realization hit her.
Reign killed Aamon, the person she treasured the most. The small light that was giving a hope in her darkest life. Her husband. The man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. Her daughter, took his life. Her 10 years old daugher. She ended his life with those tiny hands. How? How did this happen?!
Antonette could do nothing but, weep. "Reign. What have you done?"
She felt a cold little hand on top of her left shoulder, then her eyes met her daughter's cold gazes.
"Mom. We can be happy again just like before. I removed the turmoil. There won't be a problem anymore," Reign glanced at Aamon's direction. "See? I did a good job right? He won't cause any trouble now. I also killed dad."
Antonette halted. "What did you just say?"
