-LILIAN-
The sight of the lavish gifts spread across my bed burned like an insult. He thought he could buy me. Buy my forgiveness. Buy away the memories of Uriel, of the torture, of the monster he was. A cold fury settled in my chest, replacing the earlier shock.
"Elara," I rasped, my voice firm despite the still-healing rawness of my throat. I pointed a trembling hand at the glittering pile. "Take... take them. All. Away."
Elara's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise in them, but then she nodded, understanding. "Yes, Mistress Lilian.”
She began to gather the delicate silks, the sparkling jewels, and the expensive leather bags. Each item felt heavy, tainted.
"I... I don't want... to see them," I whispered, my gaze fixed on her. "I don't... want his... things."
She continued to collect
