Amelia yanked on her hair harder. “Don’t speak to him.” Her eyes met Rennick’s, and the sadistic fucker smiled so wide she thought his face might split in half. She dug her knife deeper into Ora’s skin and leaned down. “When you get to hell, tell Orcus hello for me.” Ora struggled and screamed, but Amelia ripped the knife across her throat and held her in place to watch the life drain from her eyes.
