Chapter 101
Zeraphine’s POV
The air in the room grew heavier, thick with unspoken words and the lingering scent of alcohol. Shadows stretched across the walls, distorted by the dim glow of my laptop screen—the only real witness to what was unfolding. The call remained active, the silent presence of the interviewer still lingering on the other end. But Varin, lost in the haze of his drunken arrogance, remained oblivious.
He let out a hollow laugh, the sound jagged and humorless. His head tipped back slightly, eyes unfocused, as if he were recalling some twisted memory that only he could appreciate. A slow, bitter smirk curved his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes.
“You know,” he said, his words slurring slightly, “I never understood why you acted so damn surprised back then.”
