"I want to kill them," I spat, barely able to breathe. "Don't tell me those bastards are still alive. Don't tell me.."
My voice cracked under the weight of the pain choking me. The tears came again, heavy and hot, spilling without control. Azazel just stood there, still as stone, her fists trembling, her eyes fixed on mine.
"I want to burn them alive," I choked out. "They tried to burn me and Han. I want to destroy them."
She didn't flinch. Instead, she finally moved, stepping away from the door and closer into the dim room. Her voice was calm, sharp.
"You can't destroy them like this. Not in your current condition. Yes, we have a plan," she said, her jaw tightening. "We haven't found them yet, but the moment we do—the mission begins. I only came here to see if you're in."
I stared at her, disbelieving.
