67 Not Dead
Aaron dragged himself along, his body trembling in pain as he moved. Every step he took felt like the biggest work he’d ever done. His nose was still bleeding, dripping blood to the floor as he stumbled down the corridor.
However, the excitement he felt overwhelmed the pain—the excitement of killing the man, who’d killed his mother! It was an amazing thing, really. The very thing he’d itched to do since they robbed him of his peace of mind. But, he still wanted one thing before it ended.
He wanted Gracie’s head in a platter!
Aaron forced himself forward till he arrived at Andrew’s study. He’d heard thumping sounds earlier and then something had crashed. It was the door to the study that had been knocked down, splintered along the edge by…an axe, perhaps.