Chapter 200

Elyana froze, his question slicing through the storm of pain raging inside her. Her back was to him, her shoulders trembling not from fear, but from the weight of her shattered heart. “What do you have to do?” she repeated bitterly, her voice shaking. “Can you turn back time? Can you take away the scars on my body? The nightmares that kept me awake every night for five years? Can you bring back my old face?” Daimon’s breath hitched. She turned slowly, her face streaked with tears. Her eyes held pain, fury, and devastation raw and unfiltered. “You can’t.” She shook her head. “You can’t undo what happened. Even if what you said is true even if Katrina’s child wasn’t yours even if you never meant for me to be hurt… I was hurt. I bled for you. I died for you, Daimon.” Daimon stepped forward, as if every word she spoke tore into him. “I know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And if I could take your pain and carry it myself, I would. I would take every cut, every broken bone, every sleeple