The Point of Regret

"You're making a mistake, Adrian."

Alice's voice slithered across the darkened room like a snake, and he could almost hear the venom behind her words. Adrian's jaw was clenched tight, fists deeper, but he never budged. He had waited too long for this.

"Am I?" Adrian said, his tone colder than it had ever been. "Because I think the real mistake was ever trusting you."

The smile that played on Alice's lips was taunting, and the casual ease in her carriage lent an ...