A bitter, broken sound that was almost a laugh escaped me. "Well,"I said, not rising from my chair. "I guess even devils can't cheat time. Cruelty has a shelf life, after all?"
He didn't rise to the bait. Just looked at me and in his eyes was something I had no name for. Something soft. Something almost… broken. It was more unsettling than any of his rages.
"Why are you here?" I bit out, the words sharp and cold.
"I came to see my son." He said it simply,as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He lowered himself into the chair across from me without an invitation, as if the right had never been revoked.
"Your son," I repeated, the words flat and hollow. "Right."
"I heard you finally crawled out of your self-pity," Ewan said, but the old venom was gone, replaced by a weariness that felt more like truth. "I'm glad."
"What I do is no longer your concern."
