Chapter 20
IRENA'S POV
The words hang in the air like haunted tunes dancing in the howling wind.
I blink back, my mouth instantly went dry like sand.
"W-what do you mean?" I choke on my words.
Saint pulls his gaze away from me and stared at the piano as his long fingers carefully brushed against the black and white keys.
"Do you want me detailed about it doe or just tell your innocent mind the minor details?" Saint questions casually. I sit beside him silently as I take in the information he has just told me.
Did he burn Vicktors grave?
Why-how did he even find the location of the cemetery he was buried at?
That single only wanted me to slap myself in the face. Saint has power and owns the name fear. He can do and find anything when he sets his mind to it. I knew Saint is a crazy, bipolar, narcissistic, manipulative, selfish, cold-hearted person but to this extent. I don't know why wouldn't think he is capable of hurting someone. Even during their death.