The Pawn's Perspective​

Summary

When I came back, the story was already almost over.

The villain I’d raised with my own two hands, once a golden boy destined for greatness, had been broken by the story’s heroes, his fall from grace leaving him a cripple.

I prodded Adrian Vance’s slumped form with the toe of my shoe, feigning indifference.

“What’s this? The moment I’m gone, you let them beat you up this badly?”

He snapped his head up, his eyes instantly flooding with tears. “Susie,” he choked out, his voice thick with unshed grief. “You weren’t here. They all hurt me.”