Chapter 151: The Cup of Guilt

Elara’s POV

I stared at the coffee cup in Lyra's extended hand, watching thin wisps of steam curl into the dank dungeon air. My fingers trembled as I reached for it.

The weight of my guilt pressed down on me like the stone ceiling above. All those months of carrying the burden of her death, of stepping into her role beside Vander, of wondering if things could have been different...

I drew in a dee