Chapter 12
Simon's POV:
I paced near the window, with a glass of whiskey clenched tightly in my hand, its contents barely touched.
The ice had long since melted, much like the patience etched on Marilyn's face as she stood with arms crossed.
"Simon." Marilyn began. "This has to stop. Ever since Morgana resurfaced and we discovered she's married to Xavier, you've been... different.”
I scoffed, downing the lukewarm liquid in one gulp. "And whose fault is that, Marilyn? Every time I turn around, you're there, reminding me of what Morgana did to you, how she 'almost killed' you. It's like you enjoy playing the victim."
Marilyn's eyes narrowed. "Playing the victim? Simon, she pushed me down a flight of stairs! I was hospitalized for months! Or have you conveniently forgotten that?"
I sl
