Chapter 398

Besta fell silent, suddenly unsure what more to say.

There were so many women who lost themselves to love. Nara had once been the same—blinded by her devotion to Kaelen, wasting five years of her life on foolish choices.

Besta had expected Nara to mock her. Instead, she simply took the cigarette, tapped out the ash, and pressed it gently onto Besta’s bleeding arm.

That calm steadiness made Besta’s