Chapter 7

That same day, Noah mobilized all his resources and brought in the most renowned doctors from around the world to perform a skin graft on me. But the moment I stepped out of the operating room, I saw Cedric, kneeling at the doorway. In just two days, his hair had already turned completely white. He lunged toward me with a mix of excitement and relief, but when he noticed the bandages covering my face, he froze. "Tanya," he said, reaching toward my face with a shaking hand. Halfway there, he stopped, seized my hand, and slapped his own face instead. "I know now! It's all my fault! I misunderstood you! "I'm not a human. I'm a jerk, a monster! I'm sorry, Tanya. Does it hurt?" Tears streamed down his face, but I felt nothing. "It's over," I said. "It's not over! It will never be over!" Cedric pleaded. "Tanya, it was Arianna! She tricked me! She tried to turn us against each other! I've punished her! Please forgive me! I truly know I was wrong!" "You're not sorry. You're scared.