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I sigh just as Kyrin stumbles inside, carrying a gasoline container. “We’re burning this shit to the ground.”
I take one of the containers and make my way into the sitting room where I saw the boy all those years ago. I pause before slowly tipping gasoline over the spot. Kill and Ky go upstairs and empty out the rooms before coming back down just as I’ve finished dousing the kitchen.
I pull out my lighter from my pocket. “I hate this Zippo.” Killian watches me carefully. “I started smoking when I was fourteen as a way to cope with whatever was going on at the time. Kosta gave me this as a gift, had the patterns inscribed into it. Now that I know my real name and heritage, I understand the meaning of the hidden dragon.” I flick it open and toss it into the puddle of gasoline. “Up in flames.”
We all pile out of the cabin and back into the convertible Jeep. We watch in silence as the cabin slowly burns, the metal roof caving in until it’s ignited into a ball of flames.
Kyrin pulls out from the way we came. “Love the fucking smell of revenge.”