Chapter 37
Zara
The evening air was crisp, and after spending most of the day inside, I finally felt well enough to venture out of my room. My body had recovered, but my mind was still reeling from everything that had happened. As I stepped out into the hall, the sound of whispers and hushed murmurs immediately reached my ears. The atmosphere felt heavy, almost oppressive, and with every step I took, the weight of the gossip followed me like a shadow.
I tried to ignore it, but one word stopped me dead in my tracks: *boiling*. My feet froze as if they were glued to the floor, my heart skipping a beat. My pulse quickened, and I strained to hear more, hoping that I had misheard. But I hadn't.
"They say he boiled their skin… alive," someone whispered nearby, the words barely audible but enough to send a chill down my spine.
Xavier.
