"How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it."
~ Marcus Aurelius
Alexei Voronin
The bloody locker felt like a silent scream in the room, but it was Vasilisa's eyes that kept me pinned down. She stood frozen in Massim's arms, looking more terrified than I'd ever seen her. It wasn't just fear; it was something much deeper—a terror she couldn't put into words. And it was all because of what I was about to find.
I was rooted in place for a moment, caught between the need to uncover what was hidden and the realization of how much I hated being the one responsible for that look on her face. She looked at me as if I were the executioner and she the guilty, Like i had placed her into the guillotine and was now holding the ropes to her life.
