Chapter 22 Retribution

• I stood there. Waiting patiently for him to fall asleep.
• Once he did, I reached for the candle sitting on the bedstand. Quietly plucking it from the stick holder and tilting it enough that the hot drips slipping from where the wick melted it, wouldn’t run over my fingers.
• I let it gather as much wax as I could in the small groove around the wick before I eagerly tilted it. Pouring it all in one sweep to drop down that broad, bronze back. It hit the outer edge of the top shoulder blade and the inner edge of the other.