Vin’s world tilted on its axis. If Soren was right, it was Ella’s pinky and ring fingers inside that box that was sent to his office at The Tomb. Z must have left it there within the small window that Vin and Soren weren’t there. There still must be a few men who were loyal to Z inside the compound. They would need to fix that immediately. And the hair that came with it, tied with a red silk ribbon, was not Ella’s blonde locks, but quite possibly Liam’s dark hair that looked so similar to Vin’s. Fingers were straightforward; it meant the person was tortured for information. Hair, however, meant the person’s will had been broken. Vin wasn’t a man of belief, but he prayed to whichever god would listen; he begged that Z not hurt Liam; that this was some fucked up mind game he was playing.
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