CHAPTER EIGHT
NILAN FOLLOWED TRAN through the soaring hedges and assorted flowers of Jonathan’s colossal garden.
“Hello.” Jonathan sat on the off-white daybed enclosed in a canopy of curtains. “It’s nice to see you again, Nilan.”
Tran half-smiled at the men and left.
“Please.” Jonathan gestured to the silver tray of fruit and pastries. “Take anything you like.”
“I’m not hungry.” Nilan swallowed. “I can’t stomach you let alone this food.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows rose as he bit into a tart. “You have a problem with me?”
“You ruined Prisha.” Nilan pointed at him. “You got into her soul like a virus and destroyed what made her my little girl. After meeting you, she didn’t care about anyone else not even herself. You made her dependent on you. You stole everything she was.”
“A shame it’s be
