A wisp of white smoke escaped Elara's lips as she exhaled one last time. She had smoked the cigarette down to the filter. Carefully, she placed the butt into a portable ashtray. She felt a strong urge to toss the tray onto the ground in front of this disgusting mansion, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to act like the people inside. It wasn't that she wasn't capable of it. She simply didn't want to.
For a second, her fingers tightened around the ashtray. It would have been easy to smash it against the gate, to leave a mark. But this place wasn't worth even that. It would burn soon enough without her help.
Elara leaned against the cold stone wall of the estate. She pulled out her phone to check the video Jaxon had sent. It was long. A five-minute clip would have been enough to ruin someone, but this was much longer. By the time this went viral, there wouldn't be a single person in the country who didn't recognize the faces in the footage.
