The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 122

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 122: Sociopath**

[Evelyn’s POV]

“Hello, Michael.”

My voice reverberated through the cold stone walls, causing the figure before me to stiffen momentarily. From my vantage point, Michael was hunched over on a narrow cot, his back turned to me, creating a wall of silence that felt almost palpable.

As he shifted, turning to confront me, I was struck by a wave of uncertainty. What had I anticipated? I had heard the whispers, the hushed tones recounting how Alexander had dealt a savage blow to him the night I had been drugged. Yet, as our eyes finally met, I was taken aback to see that much of Michael’s face had already begun to mend itself.

What a pity.

Only a faint discoloration marred his nose and right eye, remnants of the violence that had unfolded.

I had always prided myself on my empathy, my inclination to help those in distress, especially through the healing properties of the plants I nurtured. I thought surely I would feel some flicker of sympathy for Michael.

But, standing there, I found myself at a crossroads. The empathy I usually felt for others had been eclipsed by a tidal wave of mind-numbing rage.

I wanted nothing more than to reach through the steel bars that separated us and shake him until his very essence quaked.

To my utter disgust, Michael had the audacity to smile at me, a serpent revealing its fangs.

“Well, isn’t this a delightful surprise?” he hissed, his voice smooth and mocking. “May I inquire what brings you to my little corner of the dungeon?”

“Do you genuinely care to ask me that?” I shot back, my voice laced with disbelief. “I wonder… do you even grasp why you’re locked up in here?”

Michael clicked his tongue, disdain dripping from his words. “Apparently, I’ve underestimated my dear stepbrother’s intellect. All this time, I thought the bastard was in that car, and yet, as per usual, he was one step ahead of me.” He scoffed, as if the entire situation were merely an inconvenience.

My stomach churned with disgust at his inability to comprehend the gravity of what had transpired.

“Jesus Christ, you truly are a monster,” I spat, my voice low and furious. “You show no remorse for the chaos you’ve wrought, the lives you’ve nearly shattered. And I won’t even start on the poor driver whose life you took.”

“I take it Alexander has gotten to you as well?” he retorted sharply, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “No doubt he’s turned your mind against me too.”

“I watched the videotapes of you in that mechanic shop,” I replied, my voice steady. “You expect me to believe that Alexander somehow managed to frame you? No, Michael. There are witnesses who will testify against you when this goes to court.”

His expression morphed from disdain to mild surprise. “Court?”

“Yes. He plans to let the legal system determine your fate,” I informed him, my tone unwavering. “Though I suspect you were anticipating that Alexander would try to kill you himself.”

He sneered, his eyes narrowing. “Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Can you really blame him? Even if that were the case, do you think attempting to take your life would be any less justified than what you put him through?”

“It’s different!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the small space.

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