Chapter 577 Backing Out

• Cameron's voice was low and resonant, like an incantation. He had never felt such hatred, never wanted to kill so badly. The overwhelming surge of hatred consumed him entirely.
• He hated. He hated that such a cruel aunt existed, someone capable of inflicting such pain on her own family. He hated himself even more for being so powerless, so utterly useless.
• A sticky, metallic taste welled up in his throat, spilling from the corner of his mouth. Struggling, he lifted a trembling hand to wipe it away. His emaciated hand, veins bulging like eagle talons, was as pale as death, the outlines of his bones stark against his skin.