Roxxane's POV
Several thoughts are just running in my head like wildfire, and I need space to breathe. Space to think. Space to remember why I'm even here. Maybe speaking with Krystal might help. But she's not taking my calls. She might be busy.
Damn!! I return to the room and lie on the bed without speaking to Canan, who has been bugging me to say something.
Friendship? How can I be friends with him? He bullied my brother. He broke him? He and Karl—they were the architects of Ronan's disappearance, and now Canan wants to call me his friend?
“Say something, Princess. Don't just ignore me like that.” Canan's voice is really itching my ear, and I can't keep up with this.
I regret moving into this room in the first place. Maybe if I hadn't moved in, he wouldn't have the nerve to try
