As everyone left the room, Ria closed her eyes and lay back on the bed
exhausted. She was glad Derek had gone to tend to Julia and probably the
book. She was just greatful for the solitute. No screaming voices, images of
blood and decapitation, maggots crawling through your eyes or intense searing
emotions of loss, betrayal, or anguish. Ria would be glad if she felt a thing
again. It was selfish, but it had taken more out of her to fight Hilario than
she would ever admit. It would have been easier to give in.
"Welcome home," a voice whispered. Ria was tired. She did not even realize
she had spoken aloud. Her last thought before she drifted off into slumber
was "how ironic". She had wanted to return to the Legacy but like Nick and
Julia the pride cometh before a fall. That was why she had refused to work
with Sloan and left the London House stating their methods as barbaric and
inane ,when in fact, it was Sloan's slip of etiquette that had burned her
soul.
