"It makes you healthy," Silas said simply. "Holding onto anger at someone who can't hurt you anymore isn't justice. It's just poison. You're choosing to let it go. That's strength, not weakness."
Damon appeared with a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Besides, the best revenge is living well. And you're doing that. You won. You're Queen. You changed the world. He's rotting in a mansion somewhere with nothing but his own bitterness for company. That's punishment enough."
Eve sipped the wine, letting the words settle. They were right. All of them.
She'd spent so much energy being angry at Malachai, being afraid of him, fighting against everything he represented. And now that the fighting was done, now that he was neutralized and the world had moved on...
She just didn't care anymore.
The realization felt like setting down a heavy weight she'd been carrying for so long she'd forgotten it was there.
