Chapter Thirty
xenariyas Point Of View
My breath caught as Gunner’s hand gently tightened around my neck, the coldness of his touch making my pulse race. His eyes bore into mine—searching, possessive—like he was trying to strip away every wall I had built with just a single glance. The room seemed to close in around us, shadows flickering like silent witnesses to our tense standoff.
“Tell me the truth, Xenarya,” he whispered softly, but with an unyielding edge. “What really happened with Alexandros? Did he touch you? Manipulate you? Or are you just trying to hide something from me?”
My mind spun frantic with fear—fear of what he might discover and what that would mean for me. I knew he wouldn’t stop until he got the answers he wanted, answers that could shatter everything I’d tried t
