I watched him spiral, and only spoke after he finished.
“Sentiment?”
“You destroyed it with your own hands a long time ago.”
I stood up, my gaze falling on him coldly.
“I came here today for one reason—to see whether you’re miserable enough.”
Looking at his current, disheveled state, I gave a faint nod.
“Seems like you are.”
His face twisted completely.
“Aria! You—”
The rest of his words were cut off by the guards.
I put down the phone and turned to leave.
Behind me, his furious shouting and the sound of him pounding against the glass echoed for a moment—then quickly faded as he was dragged away by the guards.
As for Morgana and Evangeline—I took a look at them as well. The guard led me to a visitation window.
Morgana was no longer the refined, elegant woman I remembered. Her
