Nova's POV
The soft click of the bedroom door behind the final guard who accompanied me out of the hallway. While I held onto the back of the chair from where I sat, looking at my reflection in the detailed mirror, my wedding dress stuck onto my body as my hair was loose.
I couldn't breathe.
I was breathing so fast through gasps that the black cloth shone slightly under the dim light from the lamp. The pen lay heavy in my hand—pitiful as it might be, it was the only thing I managed to grab before leaving peacefully, escorted by the guards since Vandar did not want me to escape.
Jordan and Rose had given me a fearful look earlier at the reception.
Lira lay curled in the furthest corner of my mind; she barely gave out any energy. She had refused to reply to me six times after the end o
