How are bạn feeling?” Sam asked.
Meg was lying on the đi văng and with her eyes closed she answered: “As if someone stabbed me in my stomach and my hands”
“You want a painkiller hoặc something?” Sam asked. This was weird. Last time he had spoken to Meg he had forbidden her to ever see Cas again. Now he believed he should’ve thought twice about that.
“I don’t think that’ll help” Meg said. “We need to find that Zoey chó cái, bitch and chop her head off”
“What makes bạn think Zoey’s behind all this?” Sam asked.
“I read Daphne’s diary” Meg đã đưa ý kiến soft. “Most of it is Daphne’s writing, but near the end the handwriting changes. There was a letter, a goodbye letter, in the same handwriting. Zoey killed her husband and made it look like suicide, and she wrote the goodbye letter. She gave me the book, because she knew I wasn’t going to get out. hoặc at least she thought so”
She grabbed Sam’s arm. “You have no idea what she wrote. Crowley gave her the powers of an angel. She can do whatever she wants”
Meg was lying on the đi văng and with her eyes closed she answered: “As if someone stabbed me in my stomach and my hands”
“You want a painkiller hoặc something?” Sam asked. This was weird. Last time he had spoken to Meg he had forbidden her to ever see Cas again. Now he believed he should’ve thought twice about that.
“I don’t think that’ll help” Meg said. “We need to find that Zoey chó cái, bitch and chop her head off”
“What makes bạn think Zoey’s behind all this?” Sam asked.
“I read Daphne’s diary” Meg đã đưa ý kiến soft. “Most of it is Daphne’s writing, but near the end the handwriting changes. There was a letter, a goodbye letter, in the same handwriting. Zoey killed her husband and made it look like suicide, and she wrote the goodbye letter. She gave me the book, because she knew I wasn’t going to get out. hoặc at least she thought so”
She grabbed Sam’s arm. “You have no idea what she wrote. Crowley gave her the powers of an angel. She can do whatever she wants”
Gerard got trang chủ from his work. He hung his áo, áo khoác on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, nghề viết văn something.
“Eh, what are bạn doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m nghề viết văn a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a một giây later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are bạn doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m nghề viết văn a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a một giây later she heard a snap.