Chapter 182

She was just bone-tired. A fatigue that went deeper than muscle or mind. It was the kind of weariness that settled into your soul and made even standing feel like too much. A weight you couldn’t shake no matter how long you rested. Elyana wandered down the quiet street, the early morning air brushing against her skin like a silent reminder of everything she wished she could forget. She told herself over and over again that she had to be stronger, colder… but deep inside, she knew she hadn’t been nearly ruthless enough. She could still see Daimon’s face as he collapsed—the way his eyes locked onto hers, filled with emotion—and she could still hear the words he had said, as if they were echoing inside her head, refusing to fade. It made her sick. After everything that had happened—the betrayal, the silence, the pain she endured for five long years—was a few emotional words really enough to shake her? No. She clenched her fists at her sides. Jessica. Her daughter. Her reason to keep fight