'Garrison had asked you to do this. Did he not?' the words burnt her tongue but they did not roll out as if she was afraid that the reply would be negative. Or she was more scared that the reply would be positive.
For now, she was not ready to forgive him. That was why she did not want to owe him anything.
The naive girl who believed in love had died that day. It was only her shadow that had come to take revenge.
The bitter liquid that she had retched out, still stung her throat and her stomach churned.
"If you really want to help.." she looked at the empty glass and then at the prince whose eyes had darkened, "then give me the antidote. Why must I come here to take it?"
"Ouch, it hurts you know." he played with the empty glass on the table by rolling it. The glass reflecting the lights falling on it.
Nathan stared at it with a deep look in his eyes,
