Vale disappears in another blood pentagram powered flash of crimson light, taking the signed dissolution and the scent of roast duck with him. The circle on the floor is just a faint, rusty stain.
The moment the light fades, I storm towards my room. I don't look back.
What even was that?
We terminated the Matrimonial Cohabitation and Non-Disclosure Agreement. I wanted it gone. But the victory doesn't taste as sweet as I thought it would considering everything surrounding it.
The way Malachai hurried me along, shut down my questions, made my doubt feel like a betrayal… It felt all too familiar. That slick, cold pressure of being managed. Herded like sheep. Handled. Liam did it with sighs and eye-rolls. Malachai does it with carefully worded niceties and world-ending threats. The packaging is different, but the feeling of being cornered, of my concerns being dismissed as inconvenient noise… it's the same.
I hate it. I hate how 'Liam-like' he felt in that moment.
