The tears were beautiful. This was the way he liked to see women. Clenching their fists, falling to their knees, sobbing and waiting for the pain to end. Except the pain wasn't going to end for this one so easily. He didn't just want tears, he wanted blood. Her blood.
"She was so young. Did she trust you because she trusted your sister? Did you see Jillian in his hands when he was devouring her until there was no life left of her?" Caleb saw her visibly flinch. The images were burned in her mind and she wouldn't erase them any time soon.
"What did you think would happen, Vasilisa? What outcome could have possibly come from your reckless plan and need for vengeance against him? Everyone survives, there is no price to pay?" Another tsk and he crouched in front of her. She was beginning to fall apart, and he wanted to catch every moment of her sweet delicious descent into the madness that she feared.
"Stronger than the bond? Stronger than the bullet she took for you? You destroy everything you touch. Your family. Rose. Jill. Vera. Soon it will be Christian. Perhaps Dimitri or any of your other loyal lapdogs. Such is the life of a queen of nothing."
Caleb tilted his head as he watched her. "Vera died because of your sins, and your tainted little slut of a sister will be next. She's already following in your footsteps, big sister. Taunting someone she can't possibly defeat. He's promised her a chance to fell Vera's pain. Do you want to feel it too? Pain makes it easier doesn't it? Physical pain makes all the voices and regrets go away. Isn't that right?"