Tutaminis Manor, Capitalum Building
It had been a week since the attack on Diagon and the Ministry. Things were settled down for the most part, enough so that they could regroup and focus for the next plan, now that they were put back on the map. There was, without a doubt, a ton of things to take care of with the compound. In this brief window, this small bit of recovery time, Kara needed to sort some things out that were near and dear to her, though if she was honest with herself, she would rather have skipped it altogether. Unfortunately, she didn’t have that luxury. The words from her husband Liam had stayed with her. Things like whore and liar were like scarlet letters branded on her heart and mind. Thanks to Jace and the distractions surrounding the battle, she had been able to cast the pain of his verbal and physical curses aside… until now. There was still the matter of her divorce and the terms to be discussed as they began their separation.
Kara had been holed up in her room for the better part of the afternoon and she tried not to pace. She tried not to bite her nails either, because if she did that, she might’ve gnawed off her fingertips by now. As she fetched the paperwork from her nightstand, Kara tried not to roll up the folder and stack of important documents in her hand. It was her golden ticket out of the toxic relationship she’d wandered into, naïve and unknowing at the time, marrying a man who took advantage of her vulnerable state. It had been mentioned before, that he used her amnesia to get his way, but she didn’t listen. Little did she know that her own husband would turn his hand on her. If he’d turned his back, done something else that didn’t include any physical harm, maybe it wouldn’t have to be this way—but unfortunately, life had a way of screwing with her. Liam had transformed, turned into something else. He was a monster from the inside out, and peeked out to unleash hell on her.
There was only one good thing that came of this, though. Kara’s assault was the first in a series of events that made her come to terms with the newfound bond with the Alpha garou. Just the thought of Jace brought a faint smile to her features, and calmed her nerves as she prepared herself to walk into the storm. Much to his chagrin, Kara explained to Jace that the compound was her best option to meet with Liam. She was well-guarded, the grounds were charmed and protected, and there would be enough of the wizards, witches and garou there that if Liam so much as breathed incorrectly in Kara’s direction, he’d be turned to dust. Moreover, if things went south in a way she could contain, they’d send him the hell away from there and pack up the manor, move it somewhere else he couldn’t find or bother them ever again—as she’d been meaning to do that anyway.
Best case scenario, he would take his papers, sign them, accept the deed and leave.
And good riddance.
Kara wanted so badly to bank on the latter, but somehow, she had a terrible feeling that luck wasn’t on her side and it sat heavily in the pit of her stomach.
Only a sliver of remorse remained as she started her trek down the hall toward the conference room. That teeny-tiny spot of regret in the back of her mind hated that things were going this way, but they were doomed the moment she apparated into her house.