Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

"Sorry," I whispered to the man, bringing my hand off his neck and over his mouth. "This isn't going to be a nice way to go."

The advantage of having my hand over his mouth as I Stoked the Forge was that it cut off his screams. The disadvantage was that I felt every scream against my hand, his agony against my body as he bucked and writhed.

It was not a quick death, though I tried to make it so.

Lisa was sobbing when I was done, when he was done. His body fell limply to the floor, his face burned and mangled beyond all recognition.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]