CHAPTER 0158

GIDEON'S POV

After a few more strikes, I finally lowered the hammer and stepped back, breathing calmly.

I looked down at Mrs Mercer’s fingers, now a mangled mess of twisted bone and broken nails. The skin around her knuckles had turned a dark, angry red, swollen beyond recognition. Some of her nails had torn clean off, others dangled loosely, barely hanging on. Her hands shook uncontrollably, but