As Izzy’s words settled over me, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside. It wasn’t anger, not even close. It was something more complicated—something I hadn’t expected.
Izzy. He actually cared about me. He had always cared. And the way he looked at me, the way he spoke about my brother, about the past, it wasn’t just empty words. It was real. I was important to him. And that realization... it was profound.
Part of me felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. With an air of arrogance, Asena was proud that she had been drawn to him from the start. I had spent so much time keeping people at arm’s length, assuming that no one really cared. And now, here was Izzy, telling me that I meant something to him, that I had always meant something. It was almost too
