Chapter 128

He pushed open the door, stepped out, and slammed it behind him with such force that the sound echoed through the parking lot. Elyana winced slightly, but she didn’t turn around. Outside, Daimon lit a cigarette with a trembling hand. The flame flickered as if mirroring his state of mind. He leaned against the car, one leg bent, dragging in the smoke like he was trying to quiet the storm inside. The morning air was still, but around Daimon, there was a weight—of regret, of exhaustion, of emotions far too complicated for words. From behind the glass, Elyana watched his silhouette—tall, cold, somehow lost. Neither of them moved. Neither spoke. And the silence said everything. After finishing his cigarette, Daimon stubbed it out beneath his shoe and got back into the car. The scent of tobacco clung to him like a shadow, drifting into the confined space. The moment he shut the door, Elyana’s nose twitched. She coughed a few times, her face turning slightly away from him. Daimon glanced at h