Chapter 86

• **Author's POV**
• Dexter sat on a chair that looked like a throne in an apartment he had conjured up by himself, blood dripping from his hand. He had killed the elders, and he was very proud of what he had done. He felt no remorse or regrets for what he did. They had become an obstacle and he got rid of them. He wanted nothing to foil his plans and was ready to go extreme to accomplish his goals.
• He looked at the blood dripping from his hand with an accomplished smile on his face and stood up.