Amy Stone
Amy's birthday
It takes one skilled man to hunt, and today I'm thirsty for blood. I track and hunt every member of my so-called dad's group, eliminating them one at a time—each person who tortured Peter, who whipped his back with a salted whip—each one of them falling one by one.
I pull up my black leather jacket, sunglasses in place as I watch my team take down the last one.
“This will send a strong message, Dad,” I seethe.
“But Amy, you are aware he will come for you, right? What if he brings Lucian with him?” Lukas asks nervously.
“Then I will be waiting for him. Peter’s death cannot be in vain!” I try my best to control the raging emotions flowing inside me. Peter died because of me, and I know for sure my blood still wants vengeance.
I get back into the car after popp
