I was in a deep mess. I waited for Hope to come around and come to the chambers I had prepared for her, but she never did. It didn’t matter what I did to her; she was always so… distant, detached from everything I threw at her.
I thought the little show I put on with that woman would finally break her, make her crawl back to me, begging for mercy, but instead, she just watched with those cold, emotionless eyes. It was like she wasn’t even there like I didn’t matter. I should have seen it coming, how she looked at me when I taunted her and how she clenched her fists, trying to hold it all together. But I didn’t.
And then she snapped.
The air in the room changed, thickening with a power I hadn’t felt before. It was dark and potent, and it was coming from her. The woman I had brought was a
