Taking a deep breath, I instinctively maintained my distance. Though it may not shield me entirely from his wrath, it would at least lessen the blow. Why wouldn’t they look at me? I knew they loved me, but their inability to meet my gaze sent a wave of panic crashing over me. Did I suddenly sprout a horn and become hideous? Deep down, I still held onto a glimmer of hope, a flicker of belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for reconciliation. But as I stood there, waiting for their response, I couldn’t help but wonder if our bond had been irreparably shattered, forever lost in the depths of resentment and betrayal The feeling of dread clawed at my insides, savage and rough, threatening to tear my heart to shreds. I stood up and circled the petite table, positioning myself bet
