Viviane finally managed to calm herself after speaking with Seamus.
She kept whispering under her breath, reminding herself that this was better, that she had done the right thing. There was nothing left to lose.
As Seamus had said, their relationship had only lasted two months, a fleeting and meaningless span of time.
She had believed those weeks held true happiness, but clearly, he thought otherwise.
That was fine. She no longer needed to carry the pain of that realization, because she would die today.
Viviane opened the ruined chamber once more, meeting the disdainful stares of her so-called allies.
"Where is that asshole? Drag him here. I'll kill him this time," Eve snapped, her cracked face still unnervingly fractured like a cracked porcelain doll.
"Do you think you should fix that face first?" Viviane retorted coldly. "Besides, we need to leave. The preparations are complete."
