Samuel had a serene look on his face as he replied, "It was to kill you."
"What?"
He flipped the contract in his hand and casually said, "You witnessed my brother shifting in our club; I couldn't take any chances."
Elia went pale. He was talking about killing someone as if it were something normal. Like he had done it before to the humans that accidentally saw one of his kind turning into a monster. Not even her hateful family wanted her dead. For all their faults, they still thought of her as one of their own.
"And what changed?" She refused to incite some empathy from the man who clearly lacked it. She didn't ask about how he could do this to someone? About how she didn't deserve to die, and many more things, but she stopped herself from doing so. Elia knew what she deserved, and this man had zero influence in changing it. "What made you not kill me, Mr. Donovan?"
