Chapter one hundred and twelve

She only nodded her response. She watched his eyes turn pale at her response, his shoulders dropped and it felt like all his defense had crawled out of his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Good thing he's out of the way now. I hope he falls to the same fate as his brothers." Jett blurted out, still staring at her, his eyes bloodshot.

Dahlia gasped. 

She didn't know what to do, she wanted to smack him for talking about Elio that way, no matter what he did, that was a wrong fate for someone.