Raya lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as if it might somehow give her the answers she desperately needed. It didn't. The house was quiet, too quiet, and yet her mind roared loud enough to drown the silence.
Sleep refused to touch her, slipping away each time her eyes fluttered closed. Her thoughts churned like a storm, each one hitting her harder than the last. Ever since she came to this mansion, her life had been spiraling into a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
Adrian leaving her room should have brought relief. Instead, it left a suffocating heaviness in her chest.
Nothing is hers anymore
Her life wasn't hers anymore.
Her choices weren't hers anymore.
Even her silence wasn't hers anymore.
And in the middle of all this chaos… she still couldn't understand Lucas.
Lucas Reyes. The man who adored his sister, the man who moved like a silent blade around Adrian. He should have defended Camilla the way he should hve. He should have protected his blood.
