'I can't help it, Michaelson. I'm dying of curiosity.' she shrugged her shoulders. 'Maybe I should take things from here. What do you think?' she winked, smiling coyly.
He sighed, picked up stones from the floor, casted them one after the other into the river. Each throw causing ripples to form in the water.
'There's no need for that anymore, Ophelia. The one I always thought was her happened to actually not be her. It's just crazy. Years of searching and I've got nothing to show for it...'.
She shrieked. 'I've always known you to be the incompetent one.'.
He snarled unpleasantly. 'That's enough for today, Ophelia. Go back.'
'You've always been allergic to the truths, yeah. Bitter ones. You wasted our time, Michaelson! Wasted the Queen's time! Raised our hopes up even altered our pla
