What if I was just another tool to him? Another piece in his game?
The thought made my chest ache, the weight of it pressing down on me like a stone.
I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and unrelenting.
Was I just fooling myself?
The darkness of the room felt heavier.
The soft knock at the door jolted me awake. I sat up quickly, the blanket pooling around my waist as I stared toward the door. My heart raced, the stillness of the early morning amplifying the sound of my own breathing. "Who is it?" I whispered, my voice shaky.
"It's Wikh," came the low reply.
I froze, panic tightening in my chest. What was he doing here? At this hour?
"Go away," I hissed, my voice sharper now. "Someone will see you!"
The door creaked open any
