Adira

We were in the dungeons, looking at Zion as he whimpered on the floor, covered in blood. He looked pathetic, and weak, not at all powerful.

" Just get this over this, you won," he spat, blood splattering from his mouth. Wyatt took out a dagger.

" May you rot in hell," I said as Wyatt slit his throat several times. Zion's blood streamed down, and an awful sound came from him. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, I wanted to see and make sure he was dead. He finally stopped ...