#Chapter 200: The Last Burial

Tessa

Vivienne stood pressed against the wall of her cell, her eyes darting from me to the tray of tea and cookies I’d set on the small desk.

“Would you like to sit?” I asked, gesturing to the lone chair at the desk. When she didn’t move, I added, “I promise I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Right,” she scoffed, but she edged away from the wall. “I totally believe that.”

I bit back a sharp retort. As mu