"Fine." The word came out sharp and clipped, like a gunshot. Fine. No lies. That what she wanted? That's what Mitchell would do. And then see if she could handle it.

"You don't get what you want," he said darkly. Folding his arms over his chest, he took a deep breath, never breaking his gaze away from Sookie, and answered her straight out. "I killed those people. My coven went off blood, stopped killing people full stop, and they bombed us. They killed every last one of us but me and Daisy. And when I tried to prove to Daisy that it was the police, trying to get back at me for refusing to do their dirty work, for refusing to feed criminals they couldn't keep behind bars to my people... I got spit in my face. I got told we deserved it. I got told it was Lucy. So I got angry. And I couldn't fathom why the fuck I was doing so much for people who couldn't give a damn. For people who would as soon murder their own for stupid pointless reasons before they'd look me in the eye. So I took some revenge. Twenty people. Well, technically, Daisy took ten and I took ten. But that's not the point, is it?"