CHAPTER 2
I creep almost silently through the window. Roger is in his room, sprawled across the bed, snoring loudly. I smile to myself in the darkness. I do love revenge.
He stirs slightly. "Don't wake, brother." It's not in a pleading tone, like you'd expect. I know exactly where I stand. I chuckle, and hold the dagger over him.
Roger's eyes open blearily. "Claire?"
"Minerva," I corrected, and sliced the dagger through his heart.
"Murder in Dublin. A boy of 21, killed by someone unknown. Roger Astle-Blue was the child of Mr. Alfred and Mrs. Alice Astle, wife of Janice Blue, and father to Jason and Elizabeth Astle-Blue."
I chuckled softly to myself while watching the news report. Something was bubbling inside me. Was it-happiness?
"Oh, Minnie! Don't watch that!"
"Minerva," I corrected Daddy irritably.
"Minerva," he repeated, in the robot-like voice he gets when he's following orders.
I didn't get any phone calls from my past family telling me of my 'brother's death. Not that I expected any. Perhaps they knew I wouldn't care. Perhaps they knew it was me.
Or perhaps they knew they were next.