Trenton fell into line like a good little soldier, shoulders drawn with tension while he kept his eyes on the floor. He ignored Micah for a long moment, and Cole didn't offer anything to add as they walked through the catacombs. His legs ached after only a couple of steps, and even the distant promise of being back in his penthouse wasn't refreshing. Great. The scene of the crime. Under house arrest with all of his demons, just what he always wanted. He thought of Isobel in that moment, how he'd instructed her to take the portrait out of his room. It was probably for the best that she was holding it, right now Trenton just wanted to break it in half.
They were nearly out of the catacombs before he spoke, and the words were soft but they seemed far too loud in the emptiness that surrounded them. "I did it."