"I will enjoy killing this child, Blanca, and I will let you see it. I will savour your cry, your scream, and then I will kill you next."
"Please no!" Blanca screamed, "I beg you."
"Pathetic, to say that you are a monster. Pathetic," Eduard laughed evilly. His eyes consumed hatred and pain at the same time.
Blanca hadn't seen what had happened for the past few seconds—outside Selvo's house she could hear too many running, screaming people, begging for their lives and children's cries, and she'd lost sense of Dimitri. She shivered as he looked at Eduard's ugly face. Something inside her came crashing from deep within; warm darkness engulfed her senses. As she read Eduard's mind, the bastard was not bluffing; he would really kill Pablo. The young boy was innocent. He was crying and screaming from the bastard grapes.
