The door to his office opened and shut with little sound. He might not have noticed if he hadn’t been sitting in his chair already facing it.
“Silent as ever,” Tomas said, taking a sip from his glass. “I was wondering when you would be sent to me.”
Alice hadn’t planned to come here, hadn’t planned to see him. In fact, she wanted to avoid him altogether. Especially after Roman’s request, the last thing she wanted was to help that monster. And yet, here she was.
All because of a new memory that had risen to the surface of her murky waters.
“That happened a long time ago, didn’t it?” Alice replied, tilting her head to the side.
Tomas tightened his jaw.
“I think I was barely nineteen then,” she continued. “Old enough, right?”
Alice moved in front of his desk. She reached down and picked up a small clear crystal ball, rolling it between her hands.
“I remember it all now,” she whispered with an innocent smile.
“You came to me willingly,” he said.
