Chapter Eighty One - Puke

Valkyrie Behati

To my surprise, Giovanni seemed genuinely pleased with what Shie had said. He nodded approvingly before gently taking my hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding me in the moment.

“Nothing,” Giovanni responded calmly, his voice soft yet firm. “I just want to make sure she sleeps well at night after everything that has happened.”

I wanted to glare at him, I really did. Everything he did around me felt like a façade, a mask he wore to keep up appearances.

But I had to play along, forcing a smile to show appreciation for his words, even though my mind was elsewhere. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I received a message from Pierre.

“Kyrie, you’ve missed too many classes already. Are you sure you still want to be an artist?” I read the message, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy burden.

“Gah! Pierre is going to kill me for missing so many classes, but I can’t return to this state!” I muttered, staring at my trembling hands. Panic began to bubble