Max's Point of View
I heard the entire conversation on my comms. For some unexplainable—or, rather, purely justified and explainable reason, a smile spread across my lips.
Finally, she was away from him and his "love". Finally, she hated him enough for the drug to work—she was gonna forget all about that son of a bitch and the only person she'll ever remember loving will be me.
She will be mine forever.
I gulped down a glass of wine as I rejoiced at my new victory. My revenge was finally coming to a sober end—no pun intended—after years.
I picked up my phone and called Xavier.
"What do you want?" He asked as he picked up the call. His voice was rather hoarse, but then again: I was aware of the reason.
"Well, nothing much. I needed a time stamp when you'll be bringing scarlet because I can't trust that—"
