Hate, at least, meant she still cared.
But “let’s go our separate ways” was a clean break. A final goodbye. It meant they would be strangers for the rest of their lives.
He finally, truly understood.
They might have really, permanently lost their sister.
Not tonight.
But in all those countless moments in the past when they had so casually taken sides.
In all those instances when she, wounded and tearful, had looked to them for help, only to be met with indifference and blame.
It was a death by a thousand cuts, day after day.
Until tonight, when the last drop of blood had finally drained from her heart.
A gust of night wind swept into the foyer, making Dorian shudder.
He stared blankly at the door that had just been closed.
“Good riddance! Let her go!”
Lucian’s curse from the dining room shattered the silence.
“The farther, the better! Let’s see how successful she can be without the Hart family!”
Mr. Hart’s face was ashen with rage.
He slammed his fork down on the table and snarled, “Insolent brat!”
Lilian was still sobbing quietly. Hearing her father’s outburst, her voice, though choked with tears, came through clearly, “It’s all my fault... I shouldn’t have made my sister angry...”
Cassian frowned, looking at the devastated Dorian by the door. “Dorian, what did she say to you?”
Dorian slowly turned, his gaze vacant as he looked at them.
His voice trembled.
“She said... from now on, we should all go our separate ways.”
“She said none of this has anything to do with her anymore.”
The living room fell into a dead silence.
Even Lilian’s crying stopped abruptly, as if a hand had clamped around her throat.
Grace’s words signaled a complete and utter separation, one that came from the very core of her being.
To her, they were now nothing more than insignificant strangers.

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