#Chapter 200: The Last Burial

Agnes Olivia stood pressed against the wall of her cell, her eyes darting from me to the tray of tea and cookies I’d set on the small desk. “Would you like to sit?” I asked, gesturing to the lone chair at the desk. When she didn’t move, I added, “I promise I’m not here to hurt you.” “Right,” she scoffed, but she edged away from the wall. “I totally believe that.” I bit back a sharp retort. As much as I wanted to throw an insult back at her just as we’d done so many times before, I restrained myself. “Please, just sit. The tea will get cold.” With reluctance, Olivia lowered herself into the chair. I poured the tea into the two cups I’d brought, then pushed one toward her along with the plate of cookies. Olivia stared at the offering, making no move to touch it. “You think I’m stupid enough to eat or drink anything you give me?” I sighed, then picked up her cup and took a long sip. I set it back down in front of her, then selected one of the cook