Chapter 14 War God

• Vera walked through the hall to her room, she threw off her robe. She wanted nothing else but to lay in bed, it had been a completely offsetting day for her.
• She sauntered to the bed, she let out a sigh of relief as she fell lazily on it, spreading her sore limbs. She stretched a little, rolling over to her side as she went over the happenings of the day in her mind.
• She hated Steven's guts, she thought, but she knew he didn't deserve to die, at least not like that. And murder?? He was a prideful man, a rich one at that, so Vera saw no reason why he would kill himself.