Love, legacy, lies. We'll all burn for something. ••• "So, how would you want me to do it?" My gaze flicked up to Matteo's, a sinking feeling in my stomach as his words incited torrents of perturbation through my veins. The murkiness of his eyes were foreboding, like the ominous signs of a storm, but I couldn't break his gaze even if it might lead to my damnation. I may just drown if it meant I could ease the heat from the coals he sent searing against my skin. "Would you like to burn, like the Indigos did?" He stood to his feet, rounding the desk as I kept my eyes low, feeling my chest rise and fall much faster than it had been moments ago. "Would you like a slow, painful death, Miss Osikani?" ••• Morals would be their downfall, not the absence of it. As her lawyer, Matteo Riqueza had to defend everything he had ever detested: an affluent killer with insufficient remorse and an ability to submerge him in thoughts he ought to never speak aloud. As his client, Marigold Osikani had to tolerate the embodiment of her distaste: a judgemental hypocrite with obstinate self-righteousness and a way of making her wish she had just burned instead.
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