Matthias took a heavy breath, the sound of his strained lungs cutting through the silence of the room. "That bitch... do you think I've forgotten?" He tilted his head, his eyes locked onto her with a gaze devoid of mercy. "I'll do it. I'll make her beg for me to end it. I'm going to pay her back for every second of pain she caused—slowly—until she realizes that death is a luxury she doesn't deserve."
A short, dry laugh escaped Olivia's lips, sounding like an old joke that had lost its flavor long ago.
"What's so funny?" Matthias asked, his voice sharp.
She turned slowly, facing him with a coldness that felt like stone. "Hmm... I didn't expect to hear you talk like that. I didn't know you were capable of such... malice."
He took a step toward her, his body swaying slightly from the alcohol, but his eyes remained dead steady. "Then wait until you see me execute it. You won't be laughing then. You'll realize I wasn't joking."
