Adira
We were in the dungeons, looking at Zion as he whimpered on the floor, covered in blood. He looked pathetic, and weak, not at all powerful.
" Just get this over this, you won," he spat, blood splattering from his mouth. Wyatt took out a dagger.
" May you rot in hell," I said as Wyatt slit his throat several times. Zion's blood streamed down, and an awful sound came from him. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, I wanted to see and make sure he was dead. He finally stopped struggling and Wyatt looked back at me.
" Now, I'm all dirty," he mumbled, unamused. His clothes and face were covered in blood. I grimaced, and a guard brought him a towel with which he wiped his face.
" What do we do with the body?" Jett asked.
" Burn him," I shrugged my shoulders.
I linked my arm to
