“Oh.” Luz had forgotten there were three Blight children. The only one you’ll find wandering graveyards alone because I’m not part of a twin set.” “Which one?” the girl asked, throwing back her head in laughter. She found she couldn’t vandalize the statue after all, not with this girl watching her and trivializing this whole experience. Luz had been planning to do something truly awful and feed into her desire for revenge, even though Mami said that she should let it go. Luz couldn’t believe how casual this girl was being. “He didn’t respect women at all and tried to seduce my mom. “Oh, it’s my uncle’s,” the girl said, waving her hand. “You- how can you criticize me for disrespecting the dead when you’re sitting on someone’s tombstone!” The girl sat down on a tombstone and crossed her legs. She’d grown up rich and spoiled and had never known the life of poverty that Luz was used to. Why was she even bothering explaining the situation to this villain’s granddaughter? It wasn’t like she would understand what Luz and her family had gone through. “It’s not about-” Luz clamped her mouth together. I don’t know what good marking his grave will do.” The girl lifted her hands, her expression softening. Anger boiled beneath her skin, and she fought to remain calm. “Vandalizing my grandfather’s statue,” the stranger replied, crossing her arms. “What does it look like I’m doing?” she said, her tone a challenge. Luz squared her shoulders, not allowing herself to be intimidated by the girl, even if she was rather pretty. Luz jumped and spun around to see a girl her age with chin-length hair dyed a pretty lilac color. The spray paint can felt cool against her fingers. She wanted to savor this moment, to permanently etch it in her brain as the night she got her revenge. She stopped in front of the statue, allowing a moment to compose herself and take it all in. This was the man who had destroyed her family many years ago when she was just a baby. His stony eyes looked down at her, judging and cruel. The statue of Temerius Blight loomed out of the darkness. She had a mission tonight, a point to make, and no wind or rustling sounds would stop her. She patted the can of spray paint in her pocket, reminding herself why she was here. Luz pulled her hoodie tighter around her to stave off the autumn chill which clawed at her skin. The graveyard was dead silent at this time of night, wind rustling the leaves strewn across the grass.
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