Chapter 23: Doom

CHAPTER 23: Doom

In Mia’s room, the smell of illness hung heavy in the air like a poisonous cloud continuing to spread its infectious presence all over the objects in the room.

The once energetic maid was now stunned and rigid on the bed with a pale ashen complexion and sunken eyes. She had difficulty breathing and her panting was a constant suffering of the death that she was gradually experiencing.

Hana was standing beside the bed listening to every sound she could hear and feeling guilty for such thoughts. She had never intended for this to occur out of her own device. When she had sought out the wolfsbane, she had been thinking only of violent, vengeful actions – ending Jarrel’s murderous cycle, liberating herself from his grasp, as it were.

And again and again, she had been thinking not of other people, other lives, other deaths, but of herself and her own suffering, her own need for revenge.

But now, as she watched Mia’s life ebbing away, the guilt submerged her and gave