Kahel watched as Luxuria disappeared into the darkness.
His chest tightened, panic and regret clawing at his insides, but his legs felt like they were rooted to the ground. He couldn't move.
He had destroyed her. And he had lost her.
"Luxuria!" Kahel called out one last time, his voice desperate and hoarse, but the sound was swallowed by the night, his words lost in the cold wind that whipped through the trees.
She didn't stop. Not even a glance at him.
Rella appeared at the door, her arms wrapped loosely around her waist, a smirk curling her lips as she watched Luxuria fade into the distance. "Well, that went well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
Kahel's fists clenched at his sides as he turned to face her, his heart pounding with a mixture of fury and self-loathing.
