Dionne
The car had not fully stopped when I pushed the door open and stepped out of the car.
The castle entrance was quiet. The other cars that had brought the rest of the staff and soldiers had arrived ahead of us, leaving the car park empty.
The car ride back was the longest of my life.
Not because of the distance, but because he was in it with me.
I'd spent the entire ride back not looking at him, which was more difficult than it should have been because I felt him looking at me.
But I had remained pressed into the door, because if I had looked at him I would have said something. And if I said something, whatever was coiled so tightly in my chest right now would come loose, and I couldn't afford that.
But I knew in my heart that I would never forgive him. Not in this life. Not in whatever comes after it.
He had killed Ezra.
