Fiona's pov
"I knew you would come, Fiona." She raised her head with a smirk on her face. I clenched my fist in anger, trying to control myself from walking into the cell and slapping the living daylight out of her.
"Why did you do it?" I got to the point, there was no need for pleasantries.
She looked at me, then looked behind me, obviously looking for someone, "If you are waiting for Seb, he is not coming. I don't think he can bear to look you in the eyes."
She chuckled, "I figured he couldn't face me when he got me arrested. Now, let's come to you and your questions, why did I do it?"
I walked closer to the cell, "Yes….. I have done nothing wrong to you, your brother, or your people….. So did you do this?"
"Oh...you like to claim ignorance, Fiona." she stood up from the floor and walked to the entrance of the cell, "It's just the both of us here….. You can tell me your plan."
