THIRTY SEVEN

❧ Darian ☙

"Fiorella will be sold, and it doesn't matter if she dies right after." As I say the words out loud, my chest tightens uncomfortably. For my plan, it doesn't matter what happens to her afterwards. It shouldn't matter to me either, but the thought of her death turns my stomach.

"If you say so." Connor shakes his head at me and walks out of the room. I come out shortly after, my legs carrying me to her room without thinking about it. She was furious when I tied her to the bed. I wonder if she's calmed down. Probably not. Maybe I can smooth things over for now.

And if I can't, well, she won't be my problem in a few days anyway. I push open the door and walk into her room. She's lying on the bed just as I left her. Completely naked and on the sheets, her wrists tied to the corner of the bed and her ankles at the foot of the bed.

"Enjoying your stay, my dear?", I said with a smirk.

"Moira came here earlier, do you know how embarrassing it was? She saw me...like this." She tilt