So, it was dawn.
The smell of dew filled the air and darkness lingered in the sky.
It was time for Eli to take Belladonna to Kestra's corpse.
Time for him to do as his Mistress had commanded.
They were alone, treading through the forest. A lantern was in Eli’s hand and his other hand held her wrist, ensuring not to let her go no matter what.
Belladonna glanced up at him briefly.
By Ignas, she would miss him. If she were to die from this, he would lose his mind remembering this moment as the time he led her to her death. This situation reminded her of Collin and she couldn't help but hear his voice of regret, pain, and anger once again in her head.
The way he had burst into her bathroom, looking for someone to blame while blaming himself for the death of his wife and child.
It felt like it was happening all over again, just that this time it was happening to them.
Eli would be Colin.
