NYX
The heavy door of the suite clicked shut, finally sealing out the noise of the world.
No flashing bulbs, no shouting journalists, no judges with hidden agendas, and most importantly, no Kael.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the air didn't taste like anxiety. It just tasted like Zeus, sandalwood, rain, and a faint metallic tang of blood.
He hasn’t stopped bleeding since the fight.
"I told you, Nyx, I'm fine," Zeus murmured, though he didn't resist as I pushed him toward the edge of the oversized bed.
"You are not fine. Your lip is split and your jaw is bruised," I countered, my voice trembling slightly.
I wasn't even thinking about the legal victory anymore. All I could see was the image of Kael’s fist connecting with Zeus’s face, the sound of him hitting th
