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CHAPTER 378
~Zara's POV~
Crystal turned one last time, her eyes locking onto Ryland's. Something unspoken passed between them—an understanding. A promise that this wasn't over.
Then, without another word, she walked out, Ares following close behind. The door shut behind them, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Ella let out a slow exhale. "Well…" she muttered. "That was intense."
Ryland stood still, staring at the door, his face unreadable. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand down his face.
Without looking at any of us, he muttered, "I need some air," and walked out.
Tempest didn't move.
She sat there, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring at nothing.
I reached for her hand, squeezing gently. "Temp?"
She let out a hollow laugh, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fate really has a twisted sense of humour, doesn't it?"
I didn't have an answer.
Because, honestly?
I agreed.
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