Aralyn's POV
I woke up feeling horrible.
Honestly, horrible didn't even begin to cover it. My entire body felt heavy, my head hurt, and my cheek still burned faintly from where Serenessa had slapped me the night before. On top of that, I barely slept after the nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes again, all I could see was blood spreading across Darius while he stared at me in shock right before he collapsed. It didn't matter how much I tried to push the memory away because it always came back eventually.
I hated him.
Even now, after killing him, I still hated him for the things he had done to me. I hated that he still managed to haunt me even after he was dead. Most of all, I hated that a part of me still felt guilty sometimes, even though I knew exactly what kind of man he was.
