Ivory
I walked away from the Great Room to prepare for the day ahead. Cole trailed behind me, though I had numerous tasks to accomplish. Upon entering our room, he drew me close, inhaling deeply as he embraced me. His anger was palpable; I could feel his body trembling with the intensity of his rage.
"What did we ever do to these people to deserve something as wicked as this?" he demanded, his voice strained with emotion. I stepped back to look into his eyes and then kissed him gently. He pulled me closer, seeking solace in the embrace.
We eventually parted, catching our breaths. I sighed softly. "I need to go to the prison to sort some things out. Please pardon Diane; she was a good friend. We need all the help we can get, and I'm sure she'll be of great help out here," I implored, my
