The crowd was sick from seeing the boy get barbequed.
But Anya wasn't satisfied, not even close.
Her eyes burned with a manic intensity, her smile twisting into something crueler. She wanted more. The boy's accusation against Mika, calling him a dog and demanding his punishment, hadn't just angered her, it had struck a sacred nerve.
To Anya, Mika wasn't just someone she loved; he was her god, her idol, her very religion.
While Charlotte's affection for Mika was warm and adoring, Anya's devotion was unhinged, a fanatical worship that placed him above all else. And hence, the boy's words were blasphemy, and she wanted to burn the rest of him, to make him suffer for daring to speak against her deity.
She was about to flip him over, to press the back of his head into the searing machine for her own sadistic amusement, when a voice cut through the haze.
