~CILLIAN’S POV~
I can’t really point at it, but something about Celie has changed significantly. Though she still avoids voicing her pent-up annoyance just like before, her eyes fail to reflect that former fear that assisted me in intimidating her.
“Even though you’re begging me for your life, I can hardly conceive any earnestness in your words,” I say, pointing to her proud gaze that just won’t budge.
Though nettled, she fails to express it. By keeping her frustrations buried inside her heart, she lowers her eyes as she beseeches once again for liberation.
“If not your husband’s manor, then where is it that you want to live?” I say, artfully guilting her of infidelity. “Did you perhaps cultivate a soft corner in your heart for my nemesis, Egon Dufort? Is that the reason for your in
