After a long moment, he held out his hands again. "Since he's dead, I have nothing left to fight for. So just take my life for the ones I owe."
"Take your life? You think one life can possibly atone for so many innocent ones? Don't you worry. The guards will be here any second." Ashley Bowen's expression was frigid. She turned, walked a few steps to the nightstand, and pressed the alarm.
She didn't know how Morgan Sinclair had managed to break into the heavily fortified Grand Palace, nor why he had appeared at her window at this hour.
Even when the alarm blared, Morgan Sinclair showed no intention of escaping. He just stood there, rigid.
On this winter solstice night, a heavy snow began to fall. Armed guards came and dragged Morgan Sinclair away.
Just before Morgan Sinclair was taken away, he looked back at Ashley Bowen and mouthed something to her.
But the snow was falling too heavily and the night was too dark; she couldn't make out what he was saying.
