Cordelia paces the length of her living room in deep thought, her eyes flashing with fury.

After a while, she takes a seat in a single chair, crossing her legs and arms in a defensive posture.

Her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, an indication of the anger boiling inside her.

Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, the memory of Louisa's arrogant look flashes in her mind; it stings like salt in a fresh wound.

And the humiliating reprimand from Alan afterwards?

It has been lingering in her mind like a bitter taste.

There is no way she’s letting them go unscathed. Both of them.

Not before she's had...