Chapter 311

• The woman’s face twisted into something grotesque as pain ripped through her belly. “You… you dare kill me?” she croaked, her voice broken, trembling with raw terror.
• Carmen’s wide, dark eyes blinked innocently, almost doe-like. She looked, for one fleeting second, like a harmless girl playing at rebellion—fragile, harmless, a rabbit trembling in a den of wolves.
• “Yes,” she answered softly, almost sweetly. “Why not? I’ve already killed six. One more makes no difference. And you… you made the mistake of hurting the child of the one I love most.”