Chapter 107 Hundred And Seven
- The person who had fallen close to my feet was not Desmond, as I feared. It was Benedict Astor. The old man was curling in pain, though he had no visible wounds. Astonished, I moved myself and my sister away from him. He was so occupied with groaning and crying in pain that he didn’t look our way once.
- Had we won the years-long battle against the Astors? Or was Benedict shamming?
- I received a positive answer when Desmond emerged from the door. My demon was wearing a fierce look of revenge. I smiled wholeheartedly to find him unharmed, but my happiness died when I thought about Benedict’s foul servants. Were they defeated, too, or would they soon make an aggressive entrance, leading to more unwanted violence and pain?