Chapter 38

ALBERT'S P.O.V.

"Lillian, I'm asking again, what did you say?" Becky growled so loudly that it shook every fiber in the building's already decaying walls. Her once lovely brown eyes had turned a deep black that shone, and worse, she was attempting to scorch aunt Lillian with their fire.

I watched with wide eyes and cold shivers running down my spine as Becky stood up from her seat, her bloodshot eyes still trailing on aunt Lillian as she slowly and purposefully walked up to her like she had every intention of ripping my aunt's throat out of her body, and that terrifying thought made my stomach twist painfully.

And, to my surprise, my innocent or insane aunt Lillian kept smiling.

"I said the Sego is dead, kaput! Finito! And it felt incredible!" More sweat trickled down my spine as I stared at my aunt, who seemed either unaware of Becky's rage or simply didn't care; either way, it was adding fuel to the already blazing fire.