Iris’s POV
His steps carried us out to the left, welcoming a luxurious hall. The marble flooring stretched endlessly, and the crystal chandelier reflected the light falling on it.
I wasn’t accepting this luxury. I couldn’t.
Make any sense of it. His legs changed direction, leading a different way.
Heavy velvet curtains framed the high windows, and antique furniture sat perfectly arranged. How many innocent human lives had they taken for this? If I didn’t know about them, I could have adored this. But now, looking at all this, I was only feeling more and more disgusted, knowing it was built on innocent cries.
I felt my throat tightening with emotions, I felt warm drops rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t know when my eyes had gotten wet. Coming out of my thoughts, I noticed that we were n
