AZRIEN’S POV
The door shut behind her, leaving a heavy silence in the room, and for the first time in centuries, I felt truly powerless. Elisa’s footsteps echoed faintly down the hall, each one pressing against my chest like a weight I could not shake off. She had looked at me with those eyes — not just angry, or furious, but betrayed. That pained me worse than rage ever could.
I stood motionless, my hand still hovering over the spot where she had been, wishing I could rewind time, wishing I could explain. But how could I? How could I make her understand what was going on, what I was, who I was, when the truth itself was poison?
How could I tell her that the only reason she was still able to walk out on me and not sitting in the grave was because of my decision to keep her from the trut
