Bastian
As I stood outside Kaida’s hospital room, watching through the small window as Dahlia carefully helped her eat, a surge of anger coursed through me. The sight of Kaida—weak, vulnerable, after everything that had happened—made my blood boil. Dahlia’s tearful expression only added fuel to the fire. She wiped away her tears, trying to put on a brave face for her sister, but I could see the pain beneath it all. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
Yes, I’d made my plans. Kaida was a pawn, someone I could use to tear down Kaelen. But seeing her like this—knowing that someone else had tried to hurt her—it was driving me mad. No one else was allowed to touch her, to harm her. That was my decision, not theirs.
My thoughts spiraled deeper into a pit of rage when my phone buzzed in
