De Villiers asked worriedly, “Are you seriously going to kill Zariah?”

“I should have known, once a disloyal, always a disloyal. My stupidity to latch my heart with her,”

He snarled under his breath, reloading his gun with a deadpan expression. The hopes, the dreams in his eyes were dead.

“Can you truly do that? How can you, the one whose very soul lives on her name, survive after her death?”

“Let’s find out if I can,”

“Come on, Boss, Alice wasn’t blood-”

The second those words mindlessly escaped in hope that he would place Zariah over Alice, he glared dangerously.

“Say this about her one more time and I...