Arya’s POV
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I reached my room, slammed the door, and locked it behind me. I collapsed onto the bed, curling into myself like I could disappear if I just folded deep enough.
The tears didn’t stop. They poured until my face was soaked, until my pillow was wet, until I couldn’t breathe through the ache.
What was I even expecting?
That Leon Kael would chase after me?
That he would hold me and whisper that he felt the same?
That he would explain what happened with Sandra Blackwood?
God. I’m such a fool.
He’s Leon Kael.
And me? I’m nothing.
He was my light—my one flicker of hope when all I knew was darkness. But now? With him right in front of me, I feel more hollow than I ever did before.
This isn’t light. This is worse than the darkness I came from.
This is torture.
Because h
