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And when I turn back to face him, the barrel of his gun is aimed straight at me.
Panic rushes over me, a state of fear settling deep into my bones. “Xavier,” I whisper.
He takes one tentative step forward, aiming his black weapon at me.
“It’s time for atonement.”
My confused eyes lock with Xavier’s icy stare. My heart doesn’t dare beat for fear of setting anything off.
My father drops his hand, backing away from me slightly. “What do you want?”
“To set Rhiannon free. You can’t hurt her now. No one can; not even me.”
And he pulls the trigger.
And the bullet hits me dead center.
And there’s blood, so much blood flowing down the white of my dress.
And then it all fades to black.
Chapter 32
Xavier
"As burns this saint, so will burn my soul. I enter alive and I will have to get out dead."
God looks away as Rhiannon thumbs through the red blood of her white dress. My eyes remain on her father’s face, watching the look of pure horror cross over his.
And then Rhiannon falls in a crimson and white heap, her bouquet of white roses falling from her grasp.
I step over Rhiannon’s beautiful, bleeding, body, and lean over Al DeLaurio who’s on his knees trying to bring his daughter back to life.
“You’ll pay for this,” he threatens.
“I already have.” I pass my gun off to Justin by my side.
“Fuck you.”
Footsteps sound in the somber church. Footsteps of someone that has been well paid by me to drive the final nail in the coffin. He moves closer, and DeLaurio sneers. “Ah, you remember Francis Jensen, right?” Al doesn’t answer. “Of course, you do. The coroner who pronounced my mother dead? Thought it only fitting he should return the favor.”
Jensen leans over Rhiannon’s body, clinically inspecting her. “She's gone,” he says, solemnly.
I lean down to whisper in DeLaurio’s ear.
“This is your punishment. Remember this lesson.”
Chapter 33
Rhiannon
They say when you die, you hear angels sing. You see a bright light and walk happily into the unknown.
They lie.
I see and hear nothing. I feel nothing. The man I love killed me. Murdered me. Denying me a chance to live the life I wanted. I’ll never forgive him. But there is no forgiveness in death.
My mind’s hazy from the nothingness before me. This is death. The afterlife. The fifth phase of the moon, and the journey is just beginning. My exaltation—my Heaven or Hell. Let my spiritual evolution begin.
