OLIVIA'S POV
My legs moved faster than I thought was possible as I headed to the packhouse, my legs were already sore from the running but this was Julian we were talking about, I couldn't let him get himself killed. He shouldn't have come here in the first place. He had no idea that Leo was an insane person.
I forced my worn-out legs to keep moving no matter the pain that shot up through my legs.
I breathed in and paused for a moment to catch my breath. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I wiped them with my sleeve.
Moon goddess, please...
My feet brushed through the corpses in front of the packhouse.
My heart tightened and I look over at their faces, "No, not Julian."
The corpses lifeless faces reminded me of the people who I had killed in rage.
Memories of how I killed my brother, Gillian also filled my head.
I had ripped out his heart with no remorse despite his words.
I always blamed him for treating me unkindly, yet I killed him. Wasn't I worse than him?