EVELARA
By the time I returned to my chamber, the weight of it all crashed over me.
Eryx was still deep asleep, his small arm tucked around his pillow, his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm. The innocence on his face cut me deeper than any of Lucien’s words, or Leonel's accusations… He was so far away from the dirty chaos of this world.
My hands shook as I reached for him, brushing my fingers through his dark hair — the one thing he’d inherited from his father.
I sat by his side until my tears blurred his sweet, innocent face…
Stepping out of one, I just locked myself into another. This time it was even stranger and scornful toward me. A cage I couldn’t escape, not without burning myself into the flame…
‘It was never your fault.’ Dravara spoke softly. Her words
