Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 435

"Why? Does your heart ache for her?" I turned around and asked Michael.

"Do you know what's the difference between you and Steven?"

Michael looked hurt. His grip on my shirt tightened.

"No… I just don't want you…"

Michael simply didn't want me to commit a murder. He didn't want me to be a criminal.

I understood where he came from, but he did not understand me.

Michael was different from Steven—Steven would support me unconditionally. If I were the devil, he would be the devil; if I were an angel, he would be an angel.

He would exude kindness if I was kind; he would help me if I was evil.

But Steven knew me too well. He knew that I would never actually commit a crime…

After all, I had my mortals.

"This is somebody else's killing ground. Even if I do murder her, who's going to know?" I scoffed.

Then, I intentionally questioned Michael, "You wouldn't report me to the police, would you?"

Michael grabbed my wrist in a panic.

"Stephie… Don't."

"You're frighteningly righteous."

I shook Michael off and approached Yasmin. I placed one foot on her neck.

Dimly lit by the firelight, I said, "You should spill all the secrets you know now."

Yasmin was trembling from the fear and pain. Since my foot was on her neck, she knew well that it would be easy for me to kill her.

She was not an honest person. But since she refused to speak, it only proved one thing…

Peter was scarier than I was. Peter had the means to torture her.

"Yasmine, you have no other choice. If you want to live, you have to listen to me…"

I retracted my foot and got down to grab her hair.

"Even if you don't tell me, do you think Peter can trust you after we escape? For somebody as skeptical as him… If I just stir the pot, he'll make your life miserable. Why don't we collaborate?"

Yasmin glared at me with hatred as she trembled.

"Aren't you worried that I'll kill you after we get out…"

"If you can, try me."

"Stephany was capable too. But she still died… So you won't be an exception to that." Yasmin continued glaring at me. She was displaying her grit.

I put my hand over Yasmin's wound and dug my fingers inside.