NOVEMBER, 2013
"Are you in love with him?"
"Are you daft?" Louisa spat at her room mate, anger laced with incredulity, coloured her tone as she glanced away from her book of plans to give Idongesit fondly called Idy, a shocked look.
Idy shrugged at her shocked expression, seeming insouciant after insinuating such rubbish, "Eh, so, why is it difficult to let this whole vendetta thing go then?"
Louisa breathed deeply to calm the familiar anger that was permanently resident in her heart. She'd known her room mate wasn't the smartest babe, but, sometimes, her ignorance was just plain frustrating.
"He killed my father," Louisa said slowly.
"So, you want to kill him back?"
They'd had this conversation, at least, once in four months, especially when Louisa was faced with difficult decisions to make, like now.
"I'm not a murderer, Idy, I just want to do something that will hurt him immeasurably."
