Chapter 17

"No, I'm strategizing the most effective way to eliminate you from my life. I'm certainly not playing with fire. Now, I find myself wishing it was you who had been incinerated instead of my doll, poor Celine, she was so innocent." Roselle remembered Celine's curly red hair and sparkling blue eyes. "I suspect the fear you experienced earlier wasn't sufficient, perhaps I should take you to another one of my warehouses where I detain my captives," Dylan threatened.