Chapter 102
Rivara’s POV
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across my silk sheets, but the warmth of dawn did nothing to chase away the growing chill in my chest. The soft hush of the early morning was broken only by the steady hum of my phone vibrating on the nightstand, a relentless stream of notifications demanding my attention.
I barely noticed the light—barely felt the softness of the bed beneath me.
All I could see was the harsh, artificial glow of my phone screen as it illuminated the dim room, a cruel contrast to the darkness curling inside me. The headlines were everywhere, bold and inescapable, their words slicing through my last remnants of morning drowsiness like a blade.
The news had already spread like wildfire.
And I knew—I just kne
