Scurrying into the dressing room, while his voice thundered behind as he called after her, she locked the door with ragged breath. Her heart ached when she heard the desperation and irritation in his voice, she wanted to give in and just forget everything else, but her ego and unforgiving spirit seemed to cloud her judgement.
If he could make her suffer, why couldn't she? To her, it was just an eye for an eye, there was no burying the hatchet, at least not before she made him get a taste of his own bitter medicine. She had made a silent vow to get her revenge, a vow to her lost people, she could do that much for them, take revenge in theirs and her stead, after all he deserved it.
