Chapter 197

Third Person's POV

Sivya's voice trembled, but her words carried a desperate sharpness that filled the sterile air of the infirmary.

"Dravos, you have to believe me," she insisted, struggling upright against the crisp white sheets. "Everything I said during that broadcast—it wasn't the truth. I only said those things to appease the kidnapper, to survive!"

Dravos stood at the foot of her bed, silen