Chapter 163 Chapter 163

Reed

I used to dream of vengeance in abstract terms: justice, retribution, balance.

Now?

Now I fantasized about murder.

Vivid, specific, painstakingly detailed murder.

Amber.

That lying, scheming, backstabbing bitch.

She had stolen my life, broken it into pieces, and pissed on the shards. And...

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