Lily
I left Davian’s room without looking back.
The corridor blurred as I moved faster than I meant to, my steps echoing sharply against the stone floor. I nearly collided with a servant rounding the corner and murmured a quick apology without slowing. Someone else brushed my shoulder near the stairwell, and again I said sorry, the word automatic, distant, as if it belonged to someone else.
By the time I reached my room, my pulse was steady again.
I shut the door behind me and pressed my back against it, not in panic, not in grief, but in stillness. The wood was cool through the thin fabric of my top. I stood there for several seconds, breathing evenly, letting the moment settle.
The sound of that woman’s voice on his phone replayed in my head, and it brought up emotions I didn’t eve
