“You’re just jealous that I loved her, but I never loved you,” Donatello snarled.

“Is that why you came here? Even in her grave, you came to feel better about yourself? To feed on her death?”

His grip tightened around Camilia’s neck. “Today, I’ll kill you.”

Her throat burned. She kicked, clawed, gasped for air that wouldn’t come. The world around her blurred—the wind, the night, the sound of her heart thudding violently in her ears.

“B-Boss!” a voice ...