#Chapter 494: No Rest for the Wicked

Enzo The leather punching bag felt like steel under my sore knuckles, but I kept punching. No matter how out of breath and tired I got, I couldn’t stop. Not when something so important was on the horizon. Mila. It had been almost two weeks since our escapade in the dread queen’s obsidian palace, and yet I still pictured every detail perfectly in my mind whenever I closed my eyes. I could see her face, the lines around her eyes when she grinned, the way her teeth seemed to flash when she laughed at our pain. Everything. I remembered it all as clear as day, and I wouldn’t stop remembering it until she laid dead at my feet. Nina said that it was wrong to kill her. Nina and her kind heart, the one who always tried to see the good in everyone, questioned whether Aldric’s decision to take Mila out was the right one. “But maybe we can save her,” she had said. “Maybe if we get her out of there and get her the help she needs, she’ll come around.” Oh, Nina. She always wanted