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Anya's pov

Satisfaction hit me when I tied her up helplessly, more of it filled me when my mother and I scattered the clothes and broken pieces of wood around the house and when we littered the floor with gasoline, when I poured it over her and littered outside around the house in a neat trail with it.

I was filled with glee the moment I lit the match stick, the way the singular trail of fire spread and burst into flames engulfing the sitting room.

There was laughter when we both vanished into the environs and lit it on fire as well.

And I could smell victory when I masked the burning scent with magic, it would last an hour and a half and by then no one who comes along to save her would be able to.

I had it all calculated.

Bopha her stupid friend who was a freak as well was away with Elara and her stupid fat brother.

They went to get ice cream and would take a while as it was some sort of fair outside our territory and I know they would love the boy to enjoy himself which meant them