#Chapter49-01Jonathan's P.O.V
Heart falling into an abyss, the seconds seemed like hours.
And then he spoke, his voice as clear and firm as always, as though every syllable from his lips were a sharply cut diamond: precious but precise.
"What does it matter?" From beneath his sneer, from beneath the ferocious burn of his almost black eyes, something flickered across his expression, gone before I could give it a name, but lingering enough that it didn't escape my notice. "The reasons never matter, Johno. The only relevance is in the act itself."
He was wrong.
When it came to a lot of things, Sterling Grey was not wrong, but when it came to things that mattered, things that only hearts knew, things that only a heart could bleed, then he was wrong. He was wrong every damn time.
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