Elias Pov

"You must be happy, Elias," she said, her voice a dry rasp. "You finally caught me."

I pulled up a chair and sat down, keeping my distance. I didn't feel happy. I felt a heavy, hollow sadness that settled deep in my bones. "I’m not happy, Margaret."

"Don't play the saint with me," she spat. "Don't act like you care now, just because you've succeeded in putting me behind bars. You Lawson men are all the same. You act like the world revolves around you. Maybe I should've killed you first."

I "I didn't know, Margaret. I didn't know about your mother Elena. I didn't know my father...