Chapter 14 A Sense Of Guilt

• Morgan paced back and forth across his dimly lit room, his steps heavy and his thoughts tangled with regret. The scent of leather and old books surrounded him, but his focus was elsewhere—on Lilian and the guilt gnawing at him.
• “What have I done?” he whispered, as he closed his eyes while leaning on the couch. After a while. he grabbed a bottle of wine and chugged it in one go. He was hoping it would dull the ache in his chest. But the drink only seemed to deepen his regret. As he stared into the crimson liquid, memories of Lilian flooded his mind. That night when he kissed her and took her innocence.
• He shut his eyes, and for a moment, he could see her being dragged out by the guards. She had looked so small, so vulnerable, and he had turned his back on her. A sharp pang of regret twisted inside him, stronger than before. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the glass tighter, almost to the point of breaking it.