ELION

Something was wrong with Loretta.

And I didn't mean her ability to piss me off or that endless, infuriating urge she had to defy me at every available opportunity. I meant something different.

I felt her shift unsteadily as she pushed off the wall, running a hand over her hair before her balance finally swayed and her weight shifted wrongly, she placed the wrong fork in front of the other and I could always calculate how much the fall would hurt

I should have let her fall, if not for anything, because I hate her and I wanted to make her suffer bit by bit.

But when she let...