Book 2, Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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When Rican returned to the room, the mess around him was a stark reminder of the chaos he'd unleashed. Broken glass, clothes scattered, and furniture thrown around in fury—it all came back to him in flashes. His body ached from the exhaustion of his rage, and his mind felt numb, replaying the nightmare which happened a minute before then his eyes landed on Alessa.

She was now fully clothed, sitting at the corner of the bed with her head tucked between her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs as if trying to shield herself from the world. She looked so small, so fragile, like someone who had been through the same storm and was just as worn out by it. He could see her shoulders trembling slightly, even though she tried to hide it.

Rican let out a weary sigh. He was tired—tired of all the screaming, tired of the accusations, tired of his own anger. His body was drained, his mind numb, just like Alessa. He wanted peace, but he wasn’t sure if it was even possible