Page 64 of Twisted Empire

I nodded as my stomach lurched with guilt. “Tatum said we should call him and ask if we could stay with him. If it wasn’t for that little bitch, he’d still be alive.”

He scoffed. “Not that it matters too much. He was a thorn in our side for far too long. So I suppose in that sense, you almost did us a favor. We finally had an excuse to get rid of the little prick, as unhappy as Davenport was about the whole thing.”

“Right,” I muttered.

“At any rate, I’m glad you finally saw Tatum’s true colors, even if it had to happen like this,” he said, waving a hand at her. He was quiet for a second, then smiled coldly. “You know, technically, you won the hunt. You killed her. So I’ll have her cremated and turned into a doll for the cabinet. A nice little trophy for you.”

“No.” I shook my head firmly. “I don’t want any fucking reminders of her. She tried to ruin my life and she turned me into someone I didn’t even recognize when I woke up. I never want to see her face or think about her again.”

“Very well.” He turned to the guards. “Bury her on the grounds when we get back up to the estate. No need for the police to get involved, of course.”

“Wait.” I held up a hand. “I have an idea.”

My father looked back at me and raised his brows. “What is it?”

“Remember that coffin down in the lake room of the Catacombs? She fucking hated it in there.”

“Yes, I do recall that,” he said, a hint of amusement glimmering in his eyes.

“We’ll put her in that exact same coffin in the exact same place. She can fucking waste away in there, just like she made me waste away all these months. That’s what she deserves.”

My father was silent for a moment. Then he laughed and clapped me on the back. “Welcome back, son. Welcome back…”

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