Edward
Edwina's words cut through the air like sharp blades, and I stood there, dumbfounded by the unexpected verbal assault. The weight of her accusations pressed heavily on me. Was this truly how she perceived me? What had I done to warrant such a harsh judgment?
As her accusations resounded in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of her expectations. She had made a pact with Damien, a pact that bound her to the devil himself. What had she anticipated from such a risky bargain?
Despite the bitterness in her words, I couldn't imagine leaving her alone in the middle of nowhere...
Despite the pain her accusations caused, a sense of duty and responsibility overrode any personal hurt. I struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the sting of her words and the unwave
