Chapter Eighty Two - Strange

Valkyrie Behati

Throughout dinner, I found myself locked in an exhausting argument with Giovanni. He just couldn’t understand that these scars, both physical and emotional, wouldn’t simply disappear overnight.

His insistence on instant recovery felt like a relentless hammer pounding at the fragile walls I had built around myself.

After the draining encounter, I retreated to my room, desperate for some peace. Once I had refreshed myself, I let out a long, frustrated sigh and collapsed onto the bed.

The exhaustion weighed heavily on me, but it wasn’t just the argument that lingered in my mind. Giovanni, in his typical fashion, had proposed something that made my skin crawl—he wanted to stay in my room as a condition for letting me stay longer.

I refused, of course. But even as I declined, a knot of discomfort twisted in my stomach. He was just so persistent.

Just as I was trying to push those thoughts aside, a knock sounded on my door. I groaned, irritation bubbling up inside me. I kn