Chapter 708

Sighing, she buried her forehead against Vin's back, and watched the dead flesh sit in her palm. The higher the number, the less guilty she felt about Adron killing the soul, but the worst the new memories would be. The lower the number, the memories might not be so bad, but then she'd feel horrible that someone who was only maybe a 3 or 4 had to die like prey to a predator.
She bit into the heart. A murderer. A woman who'd poisoned her husband, and judging from the memory, the man did not deserve it. A classic story, something so cliché it was hard to believe it'd actually happened. But it had.
Of all the new memories she'd gained, a man going to sleep peacefully and never waking up ranked pretty low on the fucked-up list. Worst of all, the fucked up shit some demons did, the ones who enjoyed torture and rape, their memories weren't the worst, and the only reason Mia's brain wasn't ripped to mulch by the human memories was its strange ability to file the new memories away like books in a library. She only had to see them once, and once she had, they were locked up, and she was happy to leave them locked up.