NYX POV
The silence in the room was louder than any scream. I stood frozen, one hand resting gently on my throat where his fingers had just been, the other trembling against my belly. I could still feel the echo of his slap on my cheek—hot, stinging, not from the pain alone, but from the betrayal.
My breath caught in my chest. My heart beat erratically, like a trapped bird. I swallowed, but it hurt. My throat was sore, not just from his grip, but from the lump of emotions stuck there. Anger. Fear. Confusion.
I shifted slightly, slowly backing up until I felt the edge of the wall. My hand brushed it. Cold. Solid. Safe. Safer than him.
How could he do that?
He said he loved me. Said he would burn the world for me. But is this what love looks like?
My palm slid down to my stomach, resti
