I stormed toward the city jail, heels clicking violently against the concrete as fury burned beneath my skin. Susan Hail—guilty. It felt unreal to say it, even in my mind. I had sat through every minute of her trial, watching her try to claw her way out of the verdict like the serpent she was. But Sebastian… he had blindsided even me.While I distracted and dismantled them from the frontlines, he’d been working behind the scenes—compiling years' worth of buried corruption, laundering, child trafficking, even the death threats that were cleverly erased from police records. One by one, he released the evidence. Every damning detail. And it buried her.Now here I was, dragging myself through the cold steel bowels of the prison, the sharp clack of my Louboutins echoing through the cellblock like war drums. Inmates peered from behind bars, hushed by the gravity of my presence. My rage silenced even the damned.The officer led me to the parloir. A visitation room. Clinical. Sterile. White.
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