Eddie shook her head. “That’s not what I meant…” she slammed her fist into the wall. “This is a joke. It’s all some cruel joke. I’m not going to fall for it.”
Zira comes around the corner. She’s changed out of her bloodstained dress into a beautiful, deep red gown that seems far too formal for something this simple. Her purple hair shines faintly as she grins. “We have our Victor.”
Eddie ran a hand through her hair, trying to blink her tears away. “I don’t know how to love you. I don’t…I don’t want to lose you. Why do things keep changing?”