ALDRIC
I leaned back in the leather chair of my room's lounge and stared at my phone. The screen glowed in the dim light of the room. Cian's voice mail had been sent to Valentine minutes ago. By now the witch would have heard it. By now her family would be in shambles trying to figure out what to do.
I could picture it perfectly. Madeline's stone faced father finally cracking. Madeline's mother wringing her hands while playing dumb And Madeline herself sitting there with blood she thought was on her hands while I dangled Cian's mother's life in front of her like a carrot.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I scrolled through my contacts and found Madeline's number. My thumb hovered over the call button. Should I give her a few more minutes to stew? Let the panic really sink in?
No. It was better to strike while the iron was hot. While she was still reeling from whatever lecture her father had given her. While she still felt guilty about the witch I'd made her kill.
I pressed call.
