Chapter Fifty
*The Breaking Point*
Saphira’s heels were the only sound in the grand, silent house. Each click on the marble floor echoed her shame. She ran past the empty living room, past the grand staircase, and up to her sanctuary—her perfect, pink-and-white bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it.
The quiet was worse. It let the voices in. Xami’s cold, clear voice. “You only want me now because Lyra has me.” The stares of the people in the bar. The feeling of the glass leaving her hand. The sound of it shattering. It played over and over.
She wasn’t crying anymore. She felt numb. Hollow. He had seen right through her, and he had said it out loud. He had named her ugliness in front of strangers. And he had walked away, not even angry, just… disgusted.
Lyra had won. Completely.
