Wyatt Wright's car stopped outside the Rehabilitation Center. In Osla's April, willow fluff danced through the air, and in no time at all, the car was covered with a layer of grayish white fuzz.
Rae Bennett was just about to get into the car when Wyatt pulled her back.
"Rae."
"Hmm."
Willow trees lined the road, their bent branches occasionally sweeping across Wyatt's shoulder in the breeze.
The weather had warmed, and she had started to wear beautiful dresses.
Wyatt asked her, "What's your plan?"
She didn't hide her intentions, "To have others tear each other apart, without shedding a drop of blood myself."
She had promised Wyatt that she wouldn't dirty her hands.
"Is Sean Bennett your first target?"
"Hmm."
Wyatt seemed contemplative.
"Do you think I'm cruel?" Afraid he would nod, Rae quickly put herself down in a fit of pique, "I am quite bad. The suffering my parents endured, I want them all to experience it themselves, no one's getting off easy."
