You were wasting a valuable resource that should be channeled through Usher Armaments. We talked over the phone, and I told her what I wanted her to do. I knew it would disrupt your writing. Do you understand that I did it for you?” A tear slid down Rix’s cheek. “I … loved …” “That wasn’t love. It was waste. What you’re going to do for the landlord, for me, and for Usher Armaments … that’s love.” Something twisted within New’s soul. From a terrible distance, what the Mountain King had said to him started to come back: Evil … evil exists … evil exists to destroy love.
