Now was my chance. I could finish him off and be done. My mother’s killer would be dead and I would finally be free of him. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of two people leaning over the edge of the railing: the captain’s wife, her face pinched and strained, her hair covered in a kerchief, and their wide-eyed daughter, her long braid falling over her shoulder. I paused. His daughter would be just like me, plunged into grief, her only thoughts of vengeance. She would hate all Firebloods forever. There was no end to the cycle of revenge.
