Capítulo 42: Tier 3

Cindy's eyes narrowed. "Don't know. But it wouldn't be a thing you have to worry about once I kill him and his wife."

Andrew stepped closer, fists clenched. "I want in."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "No. You're too weak for this."

"Maybe I am," he shot back, his voice tight with restrained anger, "but I'm versatile. And after what he did to Mella..." His voice cracked, but he pushed through, his gaze locking onto hers with an almost pleading intensity. "Using her like a puppet. Targeting me, specifically. How can I sit this out? How can I not join you in finding and killing him—and that _thing_?"

Cindy tilted her head, studying him as if searching for something. "Even if you could handle it, there's more to this than revenge. I've been doing this long enough to know better than to let anger dictate my moves."