Chapter 33
Sorrow
Afterward, they dress one another slowly.
Their eyes remain pinned as Envy tugs Sorrow’s skirt up her limbs, then as she drapes his shirt over his shoulders and buttons the material.
Their movements are tender, languid, private.
This turning point is as priceless as the harsh and heavy sounds they’d made together.
Sorrow gazes at Envy, at a loss for words. Every smile from him drills another hole into her chest.
How can one feel pleasure while enduring pain? Maybe both are synonymous.
She should know, yet she doesn’t. In fact, she’s unsure if she knows anything at all.
Possibly, her blackmailing sovereigns had understood better than Sorrow.
Because that’s how destiny works, predicting the moves and countermoves before the players act.
Because until this moment, her answer to The Court’s ultimatum had been no.
And until this moment, she had expected it to stay that way.