“You killed them? Both of them? They’re dead?” The disbelief in her voice rang out into the empty room.
“That’s how I knew of your abilities… I was there at your birth, they trusted me.”
“They… THEY TRUSTED YOU?” Her eyes flashed from black to blue, from rage to sadness and back again. “I TRUSTED YOU!”
“I-I know Lyra, and there is nothing I can do to make it up to you and I know that. Just you have to believe me, If I could go back—“
“But you can’t, you can’t can you. You can’t go back and make it all better. All for your own sick amusement. To have me as your damn… housekeeper?! Go to hell Nikolai, and tell Victoire… well I bet she doesn’t know now does she. Have fun telling her that one. Enjoy your life together. Goodbye.”
With a trembling thumb she ended the call, the phone sliding out of her hand only to break apart on the floor. The cold mahogany of her bed post dug into her back as she slid down on to the ground. Her body wouldn’t stop shaking, her eyes flashing all shades of blue. Slowly warm tears gathered at the corners, trickling down her cheeks. The trembling worsened into body wrenching sobs. She clung to her knees, holding herself together as she fell apart at the seams.
Her parents were dead. She would never get to know them. And it was all Nikolai’s fault.