(God's POV)

Mrs. Reynolds stumbled out of the dungeon, which reeked of blood.

She stood before the one-way glass in the control room, staring fixedly at the chaotic scene on the monitor.

On the screen, Alexander was holding the blood-soaked woman like a madman, while her own son, Marcus, enduring the agony in his back, knelt beside them in a protective stance.

"She really is a calamity." Mrs. Reynolds looked at Olivia’s face—swollen, yet still capable of driving ...