Dahlia's POV
The fresh air hit my lungs the second I stepped outside the sanatorium walls.
Ivana's desperate fingers clawing at my sleeve, her refusal to release me, the way the medical staff had to restrain her before administering that tranquilizer shot - witnessing all of that brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction. Yet somehow, it still felt incomplete.
After everything I had endured, compassion for the wicked and vindictive had long since died within me.
This was simply the universe balancing the scales.
Besides, Ivana had been the one to summon me there in the first place.
Perhaps true madness would actually be a mercy for someone like her.
After all, the insane live without burdens or regrets.
But Ivana was different. As long as that burning hatred festered in her soul, I knew complete madness would elude her.
Sliding into the passenger seat, I caught Dorian's disapproving expression.
"You alright?" His tone carried concern.
