Zephyra's POV

Without a moment’s hesitation, I spun on my heel and stalked away, leaving Raphael and his cryptic message hanging in the air.

A wave of nausea crashed over me anew, a physical manifestation of the disgust I felt towards them both. I was sick of this twisted game they were playing, this cruel dance they orchestrated with my emotions. Sick of the callous disregard for the lives they entangled in their web of wealth and privilege. Sick of the constant ache of heartbreak that ...