Brittany stood at the shore waving, a sickened Nadir beside her. His Indian face sunken in and each breath gasping he promised to keep Rafe in line. But I already saw a shadow deep inside of him. Menacing and fearful, he was turning into a monster of the night to seek and destroy souls for his own pleasure. He said I was not the same person when he had changed himself. It was never me, who had changed everything. He was so full of rage that he had killed many times. I never felt like he was a protector when so many of his actions reminded me of the night that he stole my virtue.
It has been years now that I can think of it, when Shaton and Rene aren t looking at me. How I despise that man and was so relieved as a young woman when I had took his life myself. Yes, I had taken his life years after he had stolen what little of a soul I had left. His screams of terror and agony as I slowly peeled away his clothing and marred his body as much as he had destroyed my hopes, my dreams and the one thing that made me something more than a Destler. He had taken from me what I had wanted to give to Rafe. And it is forever gone. I cannot get it back.
(2 months later)
America is nice. The spanning countryside is damaged due to land rushes but the air is so fresh here in the west. Erik has brought in people to build us a grandiose little home. His plans are elaborate and he has rid himself of many because of the phrase Impossible.
Brittany has sent us word of Nadir s fate, or what is left of it. We have missed the funeral but someday will go back to France to give our dearest friend the proper burial he deserves. Meanwhile she will stay.
Rafe has become increasingly distant. Brittany says its just the stress of keeping all in the Opera House safe, but we will see. She will leave shortly, if all works out right. Hopefully soon, he will come home and we can begin a new life.