Her breathing was ragged, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
The Fallen One wasn't the only one seething with rage after hearing the story. Riona looked ready to take on the world—and Callum—with sheer determination alone.
"You can't," the Fallen One said.
Riona narrowed her eyes. "Why are you suddenly his lawyer? Weren't you the one roasting him a minute ago?"
"I'm not defending him," he replied quickly. "You just can't. He's dead, you see."
"Oh." Riona tilted her head. "Shame. I was really looking forward to showing him the error of his ways. Violently. Anyway, what's next? Your drama's actually kind of entertaining."
The Fallen One rolled his eyes at her blunt insult but didn't argue. He just let out a loud sigh. "It all went downhill from there. Rumors spread about her being involved with that scumbag, and everyone believed it. After all, it was no secret that Lacy had feelings for him."
