RACHEL’S pov

“Aren’t you gonna start talking?!” he growled angrily when I didn’t say anything.

“I, I…”

“You what?!” he snapped impatiently.

“Look at me” I told him.

He turned and frowned at me, he wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened when I stabbed the dagger very deep in his neck.

“You…”

I placed a finger on his lips and cut him off, I smirked as his blood sprayed on my face, and instead of being disgusted I felt satisfied -call me wicked and evil, I don’t care -they made this wicked and evil lady.

His body dropped in a thud, and his blood continued pouring on...