(Kyle's POV)
I stood frozen, still clutching the bouquet of roses like a fool, my fingers tightening around the delicate stems.
The scent of the fresh petals filled my nostrils, but it did nothing to drown out the bile rising in my throat.
What the hell just happened?
Ayra's sharp words rang in my ears, slicing through my thoughts like a blade.
She had never spoken to me this way before.
Never.
For a moment, I thought I had misheard her, that perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me.
But the cold, detached look in her eyes told me otherwise.
This wasn't the Ayra I knew.
The Ayra I knew has always been soft, always eager to please, always the first to mend things after a fight.
That was who Ayra had always been—the woman who adored me beyond reason.
The woman who would move heaven and earth to keep me happy.
But that Ayra…She was gone.
And I didn't know why.
I swallowed, my mind racing back to the last time I had seen her before today.
