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Angelina’s POV

I looked between Alex and Lucas in bafflement. They were really offering me a chance to kill the man they’ve been hunting down for months trying to kill him and avenge their father’s death. It left me with so much more respect for them.

I looked down at the knife I was clutching tightly and a little shakily inside the palm of my hand, then looked back up at Lucas.

He was giving me that determined, supportive, and encouraging look to do as I wish in any way to take down my haunting nightmare, the demon that keeps appearing in my dreams, turning my sleep into an endless cycle of agony and pain.

But like I thought before, I wasn’t a murderer, pretty far from it considering how almost every cell in my body was screaming at me to shove that knife deep into his heart and watch the light go off in those deep blue eyes that are painfully a replica of mine, while my heart was rooting me in place and preventing me from moving a muscle.

I handed the knife back to Lucas and said in