Chapter 601

Talbot's gaze lingered on Citrine, and a twisted idea flickered across his face. His voice slithered through the room. "Originally, I planned for both of us to go down together tonight. But now, I can't help but pity you."

A manic smile split his lips. "I've changed my mind."

He jabbed a finger toward Raymond Carmichael and the others. "How about this: kill those five, and I'll let you walk free. What do you say?"

Citrine said nothing. Her eyes were as dark as a starless night.

Talbot pressed on, his tone almost coaxing. "Don't you hate them? If not for them, would you have been tortured half to death on Mirage Cay?"

"Come on, be good. Kill them, and I'll let you live."

Watching her murder her own family seemed far more entertaining than simply killing her himself.

Expectation flickered in Talbot's eyes.

Hilda Saunders listened in horror, piecing together the fragments of Citrine's suffering a horror they'd never truly imagined before. Beaten on Mirage Cay, torn at by dogs, forced to witness cannibalism up close... These

of her torment in his dreams: his daughter bullied, then later lying motionless in a hospital bed. But hearing a stranger recount Citrine's pain out loud, his heart

was a monster, but one thing he said rang true: every ounce of Citrine's suffering could be traced back to

found her sooner, if only they'd protected her, she wouldn't have endured such

them, who could blame

crashed over Raymond like

off; shame kept their eyes

comfort to Raymond's father, Weston Carmichael, giving the oldman the companionship he'd craved. She'd helped Manley Carmichael, once lost in despair, stand tall again and find hope. Even Travis Carmichael, who'd been reckless and wayward, had turned

the family's lucky

much to the Carmichaels, and yet every one of them had failed her. If time could turn back, they would have moved heaven and earth

knew life offered

Carmichaels were drowning

were already slick with

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