Chapter Hundred Seven

Noah's POV

The taste of defeat left a bitter tang in my mouth as I gathered my men and went back home.

The car itself was silent, no one daring to utter a word. To say I was furious with myself was putting it lightly but there was nothing more I could do…. except turn back time which was out of my power. So I sulked all the way home, rehashing all the possible ways that situation could have gone.

All too soon, we arrived at the gate's entrance and then I realized I still had people waiting to talk to me.

The car stopped in front of the house, and before I went in I was making small talk with the men when I heard my name.

"Noah!" Zirah screamed, gathering her flowy summer dress in her hand as she hurriedly rushed down the stairs.

I was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. For a second, she appeared young and carefree….like she should always be.

I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how scared she was, and the guilt expanded to become a large block resting on my chest.

She