Chapter 103

Her expression shifted. She blinked slowly, then smiled.

“Of course not,” she said. “I loved Darius once. Or maybe I thought I did. But the moment I saw the beast… I ran. You must have read my diary, I am not a savior, I am a coward.”

There was no bitterness in her voice. Just an old sadness, worn thin over time.

“I ran like a scared little cat. And when they dragged me back, I failed the ritual.