The first person to bring Dorian the news was a prison guard who hated politics.
Which was probably why he delivered it so casually.
"The election is over."
Dorian barely looked up from the book in his hands.
"Is it?"
The guard shrugged.
"Sebastian won."
Then he continued walking.
Just like that.
No dramatic announcement.
No grand moment.
Just a sentence tossed into the air before disappearing down the corridor.
For several seconds, Dorian remained still.
Then something unexpected happened.
He laughed. Not a small laugh. Not a smile.
A real laugh. The kind that made nearby inmates turn their heads. The kind that echoed through concrete walls. The kind that sounded completely out of place inside a maximum-security prison.
