Eira's POV
Roman left thinking I had fallen asleep, but I hadn't. I was waiting for him to fall asleep or leave.
Just as he left and the room grew quiet, I turned toward the bedside table, my eyes finding the photo frame.
"Alice…" My voice trembled as the tears already gathered in my eyes. "How much I want to come to you—but I can't."
My fingers brushed over the glass, lingering on her face.
"Lucian says it wasn't my fault, but how can I forget? It was my hand that pulled the trigger. I was the one who shot you. No matter what they tell me, that truth will never leave me. I just want to come to you. I'm so tired, Alice. Truly tired. I don't know what else to do anymore. There's nothing left inside me. All I have is hate and bitterness, and I fear it will consume your brothers—the very men you loved so dearly. I hate them, Alice, I hate them so much… but I don't wish them harm, because it would hurt you."
