NERO POV
"Do not come to my chambers."
I heard my own voice. Echoing. In the empty room.
Like it belonged to someone else.
Someone cruel. Someone who meant it.
I didn't mean it.
I grabbed the nearest thing. A vase. Expensive. Some visiting dignitary had gifted it. Meaningless.
Threw it at the wall.
It shattered. Loud. Satisfying.
Not enough.
A glass. A frame. A candlestick. All of it. Against the walls. The floor. Everywhere.
Breaking. Like something in my chest was breaking.
The venom burned. Spreading up my arms. My neck. Without her touch to calm it.
I could feel it. Black lines crawling. Getting worse.
Without her.
I was still standing there with clenched fists when I registered where I was walking.
The wardrobe.
I opened it.
Her side was on the left. It had happened
