The surprise and shock that appeared on Mrs. Curt's face when he had mentioned attempted murder, and when she asked about it, gave Roman a satisfying feeling.
His lips curled slightly, not in a smile, but in something far darker. A bitter sense of satisfaction that wasn't sweet but scorching. The same way betrayal burned through a soul when it came from someone once trusted.
"You call me a monster," he said, his words deliberate, laced with disdain, "but you fail to look into the mirror to see who the real monster is."
His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like the blade of a sword. It carried an edge that was impossible to ignore, and every syllable dripped with disgust. Roman's eyes bore into her, challenging, unyielding. The silence that followed was louder than any scream.
Then, without warning, he turned his head slightly, his eyes shifting towards the pillar where he had asked Tessy to hide and listen.
