Fiona's pov

"I knew you would come, Fiona." She raised her head with a smirk on her face. I clenched my fist in anger, trying to control myself from walking into the cell and slapping the living daylight out of her.

"Why did you do it?" I got to the point, there was no need for pleasantries.

She looked at me, then looked behind me, obviously looking for someone, "If you are waiting for Seb, he is not coming. I don't think he can bear to look you in the eyes."

She chuckled, "I figured he ...