Chapter 87

Veronica's POV:

The rain continued to drop against the windowpane, its rhythmic beat providing a somber backdrop to the turmoil within my heart. The weight of my unfulfilled desire to learn how to fight pressed upon me, mingling with the silent tears that streamed down my face.

As I lay on the bed, consumed by my thoughts, a sense of weariness washed over me. The world around me seemed to spin, and I felt myself drifting toward sleep, surrendering to the exhaustion that enveloped my weary body.

But just as my eyelids were about to close, a sudden sound pierced through the haze of drowsiness. Footsteps, deliberate and purposeful, echoed throughout the house, drawing me back from the edge of slumber. My heart quickened its pace, hope fluttering within my chest as I recognized the distinct balance of Draco's gait.

The footsteps paused outside my door, their presence a silent invitation. With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, I watched as the door creaked open, revealing Draco's