Chapter 9 The banquet hall had already emptied. Guests fled in all directions. Reed glared coldly at Daemon and me. "Tate, is this why you called him here? What the hell are you trying to do?" "You're asking me what I'm trying to do?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Reed Harrow, you covered for the man who killed our sons. You got my mother killed. And now you're asking me what I want? I'm here to avenge them!" "Your mother-I only meant to scare her. I never actually-" Reed stopped mid-sentence. His eyes shot toward Calla. "It was you?!" "Reed, I-I know I was wrong. I only did it because I love you so much. I wanted to marry you. I wanted to give our baby a complete family. I didn't want him to be born and called a bastard..." Calla clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her face. Reed had always been weak to this. He couldn't bring himself to scold her. Tate, I'm sorry about your mother. But it was an accident. You have to-" 'My sons' deaths were an accident. My mother's death was an accident. So if the two of you die here today-that'll be an accident too!" The moment I finished speaking, the guards moved. The sound of bullets being chambered filled the air. Tate, I know you still love me. Once this is over, we can-" leed's words cut off abruptly. A sharp blade had pierced through his chest. 'alla gripped the hilt of the knife and slowly drove it into Reed's heart. Blood instantly stained both her hands red. Calla... why..." I'm sorry, Reed. I... I don't want to die. You love me so much-I know you'll let me and the baby live. Right?" Calla yanked the blade out and looked up at Daemon, her face full of hope. 'Mr. Cross, you said only one of us could survive. He's dead now. You'll let me go, won't you?" Daemon smiled lazily and glanced at me. I'm happily under my wife's thumb. You'll have to ask her." Chapter 9 Calla turned to me and collapsed at my feet. Tate, I know I was wrong. I really do. Please, have mercy. I'm still carrying Reed's child." I looked down at Calla as she kowtowed repeatedly. Then I glanced at Reed's lifeless body beside her. How ridiculous. This was the person Reed had been so desperate to repay. I looked at Daemon, my voice tired. "Let's go. I don't want to see them anymore." "Alright." Daemon took my hand and led me out of the venue. Behind us, a burst of gunfire erupted-followed by roaring flames that consumed the entire wedding hall. The next day, the news reported the latest on the fire: [Bride and groom-no survivors]