Stone Circle vittorio

aha. laurel snapped and merrick's single eye widened in surprise. now it was his turn to step back, though as his aunt's features filled with rage, his own flushed gleefully.
and as laurel shouted at him, merrick began to laugh; it raced from him in an outpour he could barely contain.
eventually the boy did gather up its tendrils; he inhaled and gave laurel a baleful look
bitch
"i hope it was worth everything, trading your sister for your inferior fucking children who hated you so much they left early," merrick sneered in a cold, placid tone, digging into her wound and tearing the sutures from the edges, anything to make her face change again.
"i bet she was rotting when you found her." he was gloating now, saying too much, but merrick was beyond the weak lacings of sanity.