Wrath

Preface

It was a mistake.

It had to be.

She’d heard wrong. Or it was a lie.

A dream. A nightmare. Something.

Because if it was true-

If it was true, and this was reality, there was no going back to the person she’d been. Before.

She remembered that person. Hard. Angry. Fury coursing through her veins. It had consumed her, until her focus narrowed to a single point, a single goal: vengeance.

It had been the perfect plan, every detail seamlessly falling into place. She had lain awake imagining how it would play out-wondering whether it would still the howling voice inside her, not that she’d finally given in to what it most desired.

Vengeance.

The plan had worked. Everything had unfolded as she’d imagined it. She’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted. But…

She’d made a mistake. A fatal error. Because it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, had it?

There was supposed to be humiliation-and there was.

There was supposed to be suffering-and there was.

Everything had gone the way it was supposed to. Except-

No one was supposed to die.