AMARANTA POV
There had been no hesitation. I wanted him dead. Not stopped. Not defeated. Dead. There wasn’t a moment where I questioned it, no flicker of doubt, no voice in the back of my head asking if I had gone too far, because the second his body gave under my hands, the second I felt his neck twist—I knew. It was done. Finally, he got exactly what he deserved. Maybe even mercifully.
I let go of him slowly, not because I was careful, not because I cared what happened to his body now, but because my hands needed a second to remember how to open, fingers stiff from the force I had used, from the way I had held on until the very last second just to make sure there was nothing left to fight back.
Marick collapsed in front of me, his body hitting the ground with a low thud. Satisfying. T
