Subtle Revenge. Grin Hilda pov

What finally crumbled my hesitation to kill Lila was Ophelia's sentencing. Ten years in prison. Ten years of steel bars and lifeless walls on account of countless charges. Everyone who had ever stood against Lila had gone down, one after the other, like dominoes. As if the universe itself conspired in her favor, shielding her while the rest of us crumbled to dust.

Ophelia's case shouldn't have been my concern. She deserved to rot in that cell, but what had been done to Mason—what Lila had done—was out of bounds.

Mason's ghost didn't let me forget.

Every night, I saw him. His face pale, his eyes hollow, lips barely moving as he whispered the same thing over and over.

Avenge me.

And I would.

I turned off the small TV in my apartment, the screen flickering for a moment before dying into darkness. My jaw clenched as I grabbed my coat and stormed into the cold night.