Nathaniel Summers was dead.
This man, who had betrayed her, murdered her and then held her captive when she was weak, even intending for her to bear a demon's child and suffer endlessly, she hated him to the bone.
Yet, when he died, there was not a hint of pleasure in her heart, only a spreading bitterness and sorrow.
She wasn't heartbroken, but she truly was upset.
Nathaniel Summers shouldn't have died like this.
At least, he shouldn't have died because of her.
Purple Summers's face was buried in Alexander Summers's embrace, her voice hoarse and unlike her own, "It's so annoying... I just wanted to settle things, but now, it seems I still owe him a little... a little bit of an unsettled debt."
Alexander held her quietly, all emotions hidden in silence.
