"Lola, do you really believe this is over?" Desmond's icy, derisive voice echoed in my ears. The tension was heavy and oppressive, and I could feel it in the air. In front of me, the man who had planned so many of our battles stood, his eyes shining with a disconcerting mixture of triumph and incredulity. As I stood there, gasping for air, my heart pounded, wondering whether I had done anything wrong.
"Desmond, I didn't come here for your games," I responded, sounding more composed than I actually was. I had decided. Even though I had entered this circumstance voluntarily, I wasn't prepared for the repercussions. A mixture of fear and resolve made my body shiver. I had given up all, everything, to stop him.
Desmond grinned and took a step forward. "You believe you can simply leave and ru
