The trail of rum is next—it’s burning in a twisted line. My eyes can barely keep up with the flames as they dance across the floorboards, flicking and cracking, making the most comforting sounds. The colors are bright, fucking mad and they angrily attack the rest of the room. Over the sound of the flames, Vance shouts, “Are you satisfied?” I don’t know if I am. Tessa wouldn’t be, she would be sad that I destroyed the house.
It would be so great if you died here
