Claude stood, staring her brother down, and she tipped her wine glass over the tacky chair seat she'd been occupying. She didn't watch as the liquid gracefully streamed from the cup onto the fabric, and kept her gaze on Lex. "Mark my words, Lex: If this is how you want us to go out---if this is how you want to treat me after everything you've put me through---after everything I threw away to find you---then I
hope I die soon in a mission. It would serve you right. You're no different than before. Still selfish."
She placed the now empty glass carefully onto the table, and then strode past ******** you, Lex."
The slam of the door signaled her departure.