Callista couldn't believe what she was seeing.
At this very moment, the vast world felt unbearably small.
It was suffocating.
Her mind spun as she didn't understand why the world seemed to be against her right now.
How did Lucivar escape?
Why did Zed turned on her and lied?
And since when did her husband was in the city?
Countless questions flooded her mind like a tidal wave of punishment, each one was a torment with no answer in sight. Unconsciously, the pressure built until a sharp pain throbbed in her head, and before she knew it—blood trickled from her nose.
Her thoughts, driven like a whip-lashed workhorse, were reaching their breaking point.
As she paused at the entrance, Lucivar turned to look at Julian.
Julian met his gaze and frowned.
'For the second request, I wanted the most right now is for you to not interfere with what was about to happen'
