Alek shrugs, unfastening a button on his shirt as it seems he is having trouble breathing. “No, I don’t think so. They are safe. For now. That was very noble of you to ask for their clemency.”
“Did…did you really do what he said?” I know I’m treading dangerous waters, but what have I got to lose?
Alek turns to look out the window, but he eventually replies. “Yes. I was wrong to do what I did. Ingrid was not mine, yet when she slipped into my bed, I didn’t say no. Oscar has every right to hold a grudge.”
“What kind of world is this?” I whisper, so broken and alone. A tear runs down my cheek.
