Chapter 33 You can only die by my hand

"I underestimated you, Arabella," Ezra whispered, laughing as he choked the girl, "Thinking that because you're dead there's nothing I can do for you? I'm telling you, I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, and you're naive if you think you're dead and everything will be over. I'm not going to let your parents off the hook." Arabella lifted a heavy brow at the man, her grip on Ezra's hand thin and weak. Her face wore a death-defying expression, and her eyes, which had clearly been hopeless, flashed with a bit of hate. She smiled slightly, and there was actually a bit of playfulness in her tone. "Don't worry, I'm not going to die until I've completely disgusted you all." Peering at the hate in Arabella's eyes, Ezra instantly recoiled a little. He shook Arabella off and straightened up and said, "Arabella, I haven't had enough. I'd like to see how many lives you have left to play with me." Arabella was flung against the edge of the