[Warning: This chapter contains triggering content. Proceed with caution.]
"And I'd do it again. This time… I'll wait. I'll wait for him to find something to live for, other than power; I'll wait until he's married and has children, so I can kill them in front of him."
Evil.
That was all Naylani could see as she looked at this young boy smirking at her. He was barely half her size, but she couldn't summon the strength to carry out the growing fear and hatred in her heart. Naylani hung her head low, scratching the wooden floor with her nails.
"You…" she breathed out through gritted teeth, tears landing on the floor. "You… made me crazy."
She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with rage. "You did this to me. You made me sick."
"I did." The young Zoren crouched down in front of her. "I did, Mother."
His brows rose as amusement filled his eyes the second their gazes met. "What are you going to do about it?"
