The feeling of relief as the elephant's foot steps off of my chest is too overwhelming to even explain. It's like I have been liberated from the guilt and burden of being the only remaining survivor of my family's massacre as I watch the fire dwindle the bodies down to nothing.
"Viola, if you smile like that, people will think you're a villain," Alex warns when he catches the most satisfied and most evil of smiles stretch across my face.
"Ah! Sorry, I must have gotten too into watching Draven burn like he should," I awkwardly laugh. I turn to look behind me when I find just about the entire staff breaking down in tears and rejoicing as they watch the person who killed their masters disappear from their sight.
"Isaac, finish it off quickly so that the landscapers can fix the singed grass," I order as I begin to make my way back into the house. "Alex, Xander, can you help me get into some more comfortable clothes?"
"Of course, Viola," the twins answer, running to catch up to me.
