The Meal Before Everything
Matthew, seething with resentment, demanded, "How does wrecking us benefit you?"
"Me, wreck you?"
I laughed, the irony too rich to ignore.
"In my previous life, I stopped you from serving Mr. Loris that beef, saving your skins. As thanks, you sold me out and left me for dead in the slums after a brutal attack by eight men!"
The memory sent shivers down my spine, but I stood my ground, staring them down.
"Talking sense into you is like talking to a brick wall! You've got a second chance at life, and you're still on a path to ruin! Why should I even try to stop you?"