Her fingers curled into small fists as her hands trembled slightly. "I want to meet the Marquess' brother."
"You what?" Edmund asked, frowning as if making sure he hadn't misheard her.
"You heard me right," Primrose said. "I want to see … that man, the one you placed in the torture—"
"I know who you mean," Edmund cut her off. "But why? Why would you want to see him? Nothing good will come out of it."
[She literally just said she's scared of what happened to her,] Edmund thought. [So why would she want to face that bastard? There's no way I'm letting her near the man who made her cry.]
To be honest, Primrose didn't really want to see Thevan either.
Just the thought of it made her chest tighten. But something inside her told her it had to be done.
If she kept running away from him, the nightmares that haunted her every night would never stop.
"I need closure," Primrose said quietly. "I need to see with my own eyes that he can no longer hurt me."
