Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine

portant chatter of the city's art scene. Case kept a tight grip

en I s

see the texture, the grit. It was a piece I had designed years ago in a fever dream, a digital sketch I had titled '

ah! Yo

e looked radiant, alive. "Thank you so much for the inspir

ds were a whisper,

shaking with a rage that was terrify

h, don't make a scene. Blair was inspire

shot back, pointing a trembling finger

just wanted to... to honor you both." She swayed

me and rushed to her side

ody limp. "She's just so aggr

dn't moved. But in Case's

of fury. He scooped Blair into his arms, cradling her like a precious, fragile do

guards. "Get her out of my sight. Lock he

mall, windowless room and locked the door. It was cold. Freezing. I realized it was a c

punis

my voice hoarse. "Let

to shiver violently. My body, already weakened by cancer and m

door swung open. It wa

orious smile on her face. In

ous caress, "I was going to let you just free

e danced in her eyes. "This piece is calle

e lighter ont

ed in an unnatural, chemical-fueled inferno. The fire spread w

eam tore fr

beat out the fire with my bare hands. The heat was searing,

crazy! She's trying to kill me!" she scre

't look at my burned hands, at my smoke-filled lungs. He

ked me!" Blair cried, pointi

ed, his eyes filled with a hatred so pure it stole my b

trying to get up. "The wa

skin. The pain was a distant, seconda

, turning his back on me to comfort

re alarms blared. But all I could see was the last p