Chapter 81. True Colors

Lorraine

My mother!

He killed my mother.

My body went cold, my eyes trained on the man who snickered at me with satisfaction. I didn't know what to feel, how to feel. My brain had gone numb, or maybe it was processing the nerve-wracking information and searching for the perfect way to react.

I tried to speak, but the words remained stuck in my throat. Then my emotions began to seep out of me—a roller-coaster of pain, sadness, anger that I didn't search for this loathe-worthy man and kill when I had the chance.

It would become the number one thing on my bucket list if I ever survived this situation.

"You killed her?" I asked through a whisper, searching his eyes for any flicker of remorse and trying to come to terms that I was sitting in front of a murder.

He didn't disappoint me because if there was anything I saw, it was greed, hatred and maybe lust. The last one got me shivering because I'd never allow him to touch me again.