Chapter 290

Third Person's POV

Zarek lifted his left hand, trembling as he pulled a small box from the nightstand drawer. His movements were hesitant, almost reverent, as though the box itself carried the weight of everything he had lost.

Slowly, he opened it.

Inside lay a prayer bead bracelet, carved from dark rosewood and strung with jade pieces that caught the dim light. Resting on top of it was a card—her