章 57: Chapter 57: Plotting Matricide

I had barely thrown myself to the surface of my sofa, head lolling back on the cushions, when Mafdel decided my life needed to be more complicated than ever.

"You do realize," she said with a calm repose and total lack of empathy, "we're going to have to kill Isis to make this go away."

I sat up immediately, staring at her like she'd taken a shot at me. "Kill her?" While I had a serious hate on for my mother and had since she tried to manipulate me into murdering Dad, the idea of taking the life of the woman who gave birth to me appalled. Sure, I wanted her dealt with, and Chaos had offered up heart extraction images for my edification, but I understood Death intimately, thanks to my heritage. And ending her Life seemed excessive. "Why?" Was that a stupid question? It felt stupid and like my suddenly thick tongue couldn't speak around it.