Coming Home

Stella

“P-Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!”

Lucius’s pathetic whines and whimpers cause Vance and I to roll our eyes as we shove him into the cell that he built for me. The snot and tears running down his face just further amplifies his look of pure pity; like a child who got caught raiding the cookie jar.

“No one’s going to kill you, Lucius. Just get in there.”

It’s hard to believe that this spoi