~Eliana~

“No, please. Please, don’t kill my son. I know that somewhere, deep down, a part of you that is an angel still exists,” I said, pleading with Jenny, as she pointed her pistol at Ian.

Alistair just stood, looking really confused, without knowing what to do. Carrie was still weak, and was barely able to say anything even though it was obvious that she needed answers to so many questions running through her head, and as for Garrett, he kept on trying to free himself from his chains all to no avail.

“I am no angel, Eliana. I am the devil’s daughter,” Jennifer said, wearing a sly smile.

“If...