The night air bit cold against Celina's skin as she rode away from the burning estate, the smell of charred wood and blood lingering far longer than the smoke itself. She didn't look back once.
There was no need to.
She would have killed the Marquess and his whole family, but she felt no need to. She didn't want to become a monster like them. But getting her revenge made her feel so much relief.
"Only if I would have done it as Mallory," she grumbled.
She had to get her revenge as Celina and get rid of Mallory since she was already dead.
A loud sigh escaped her lips as she stroked Kimmy.
"Let's hurry... It'll take weeks till we reach Cinderdale," she said to the horse.
It neighed in response as if it understood her.
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