Consequences (4)

"What did you want to talk about?"

With her chin resting atop her cupped hands, Irene looked right in my face with a sleazy, ironic yet also perfectly empty smile. 

An expression of a predator amused by the struggle of the prey it could finish at any given moment… Or, that's how it looked to me at the very least. 

"Are you seriously asking about it?" I asked, raising my left eyebrow while leaning back in my chair, never turning my eyes away from Irene's face. 

Even now, with Cassie gone, this damned girl continued to act her role, either clueless that I knew about her real identity already… 

Or maybe the things were a lot more complicated than I'd expect them? 

'What if there's another Irene, and this lass has nothing to do with that damned darkness?'

For a moment, I doubted whether or not I was morally allowed to go through with my plans. 

But then, a single memory of mine flashed through my mind.