Axle's POV
I didn't move. Not at first. I just stood there in the empty hallway, staring at Narda's closed door like it might open again if I waited long enough.
It didn't.
The taste of her still lingered on my lips, faint but undeniable, every nerve in my mouth remembering the warmth, the urgency, the sweetness. But it was hollow now. That single word of hers… "This was a mistake..." echoed in my head like a hammer blow, hollowing me out from the inside.
My shirt still hung half-unbuttoned, chest exposed, and my hair was a wreck from her hands twisting in it. If someone had walked by, they would have seen me standing there like I'd just walked away from a fight I hadn't won.
Finally, I turned, walking back to my bedroom.
The moment I stepped in, the difference hit me.
