233. I HATE YOU TOO
SIGRID
I emerged from beneath her feet, from the last remnants of the enchanted forest—Electra’s powerful illusion. She controlled everything in this terrain.
I grabbed her hair from behind, exposing her neck. She crouched, trying to rise and strike back.
The storms were gathering again, but my merciless hand drove straight to her throat, slicing from left to right. Deep and fatal.
Blood splattered onto the fake body lying in front of Petra—the one I had created midair, using the hem of my dres