ARYA

She didn't look remorseful. No, the bitch looked like she was enjoying herself. I could smell blood on her, and her face was pale. Even so, she had a shit-eating grin on her face. And it infuriated me to no end. I should've known that Elena was the culprit, but she'd seemed too innocent and too fragile.

I moved to attack her, but Daxton effortlessly held me back with one hand. I glared at him, anger boiling inside of me. "Let me kill her," I spat, and he shook his head.

...