In her eighty-six years of life, this was the first time she had ever lifted a chair and brought it down on someone's head with enough force to kill.
It was also the first time in her eighty-six years that she felt the excitement and craving deep in her blood, stirred by violence. A fierce, animalistic impulse screamed within her, urging her to lift the chair again, to keep smashing, to destroy the entire restaurant and shatter every face inside.
'…Is this dark side of humanity what created the residents of the Nest?'
The thought flowed like cool water into her scorching, restless blood. Mai Mingle hastily backed away from the wife, her heart pounding in her chest.
Perhaps humans truly are seventy percent water, and life's circumstances are but a vessel. The light a person casts is merely a reflection of the vessel that holds them.
She steadied her breathing and turned toward the restroom. Just one face left, and she could finally get out of this damn restaurant.
