Matthias lunged forward, his fingers clamping like iron shackles around her wrists, anchoring her to the spot.
"I did this for you, Olivia," he growled, his voice a low vibration of desperate conviction. "You have to accept it. You have to accept the simple, cold fact that he is gone."
With a sudden, violent surge of adrenaline, Olivia wrenched her hands free. Her chest rose and fell in jagged heaves, her breath coming in shallow gasps. But it was her eyes that spoke loudest—blazing with a look of betrayal that cut deeper than the grief itself.
"You didn't help me, Matthias," she spat, the words trembling with venom.
"You shattered me. I expected this coldness from the world, from anyone but you. How could you? You knew what that room meant to me... it was the last thread binding me to him, and you severed it. Why?"
