Nolan reached out, grabbed my hand, and snatched the fish food; he didn't wait, but with a smug look, he had someone bring a gift box. "Waylon, this is a present I specially prepared for you."
I lifted the lid, and my breath stopped. Inside were three blood-stained fingers, with my brother's mark. "Waylon doesn't know yet, but actually, your brother has already woken up, right?"
"These fingers were cut off while he was conscious!"
"He cried so badly; before he died, he kept begging Athena to let him see you one more time!"
I smashed the fish tank with my bare hands and grabbed a shard of glass to stab at him.
The men he'd brought held me down tight. Athena had loved him madly, and she had sent her best men.
He relished my boundless hatred and helplessness, his smile growing even more triumphant.
“Waylon, in love, the one who is not loved is nothing but a mistress. You lost long ago!”
“Do you know when you first began losing?”
He bent down, his lips grazing my ear, and something inside me went cold.
I knew our relationship had long since rotted, but I hadn’t expected the truth to cut this deep.
