The moment Lexie heard Isiah's name, a sudden, scorching wave of heat flushed through her entire body. Her stomach twitched violently, her heart hammered against her ribs, and cold sweat broke out across her forehead as she accidentally bit her tongue in a surge of raw anger, hatred, disappointment, and deep rooted resentment.
She had despised the guy her whole life. She hated his face, hated his cold demeanor, and considered his very existence a constant, aggravating nuisance.
The day he died, she had been standing among the spectators. She had witnessed how stubborn, arrogant, and foolishly recklessly he had acted. From the moment he stepped forward, she had known he was destined to end up maimed or dead, and that was precisely what had transpired.
When Ciel uttered that impossible name, Lexie had stood up abruptly and walked away without uttering a single word, leaving the boy utterly terrified in her wake.
