Sins Repaid Upon Death
Even though vampires were most active at night, and my mother had employed them to work for her, I didn't come across a single soul on my venture down to the room where Dahlia was held captive.
I wasn't sure why I was even doing this, and I knew for a fact that it was an immensely stupid idea. Despite that, I still cradled the bag of food in my arms as though it was gold, the revolver my mother had given me tucked in my back pocket, as I headed straight for Dahlia's room― or to be exact, prison.
The food might be a little rancid, and if it was something even I could smell, there was no doubt Dahlia could too, but at least it would be enough to fill her belly with enough sustenance. Gus was right in that if she attempted to fight back, it would be hell to pay. However, watching her die when I was friends with her brother — someone who cared a lot for her — felt wrong.
This way, at least, I was leaving her fate in the hands of the Goddess.