For some reason, the wine tasted bitter on my tongue, but I kept sipping it anyway while the goblet felt colder than usual in my hand, though it was not as cold as the deep pit forming in my chest.

"Shit," I muttered for the umpteenth time as I stood by the tall window of my chambers, watching the stars twinkle and dance in the night sky.

Because just like the night sky, my thoughts were a storm, dark and tangled as the duel between both girls replayed in my head like a stubborn wound ...