She Hates You More Than You Can Imagine (Jonson's POV)

I saw Mina.

She was kneeling in the center of the hall, her expensive blue gown spread across the cold marble like crushed iris petals, ruined and limp. Her shoulders shook with small, stifled sounds — the kind of crying you do when you are trying very hard not to be heard.

At the head of the room...

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