★Nuel's POV★
"Allow me, Nuel. Allow me to help you take your revenge," Eryndor suddenly said as he watched me, his brows tightening when he saw how close I was to tearing up.
I didn't look up. I couldn't. I was lost—lost in a whirlpool of thoughts, drowning in confusion that felt too heavy to lift. How was it possible that Nuella had wanted to kill me? I had seen her before, had known she was distant, painfully distant, and I had told myself she needed time. I had sacrificed everything for her… everything. I had expected closeness, gratitude, something—anything other than cold indifference.
But hearing she had wanted to kill me… I didn't know whether to believe it or reject it entirely.
Eryndor's words kept replaying inside my skull, echoing louder each time, stirring up vague flashes I couldn't fully grasp—flashes of someone trying to stab me, of someone trying desperately to stop me from leaving.
My breath caught as I turned my head and stared at my shoulder.
