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Chapter 42

Author: Nyxara
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-02 15:18:11

Kian’s POV

The hallway leading to Room 402 felt miles long. My footsteps were heavy, the soles of my shoes dragging slightly against the linoleum.

For days, I had been the strategist, the hunter, the man behind a glass window. But the guilt of Elijah’s words and Zoey’s question had pushed me to a breaking point.

I pushed the door open. The room was bathed in a dim, clinical blue light, the only sound being the rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor.

I walked to the bedside, my chest tightening until it felt like my ribs might snap. Eliora looked so fragile, a stark contrast to the fire-spitting woman I had argued with in my office weeks ago.

A thick white bandage was wrapped around her head, a stark contrast against her dark hair. Deep, violet bruises bloomed across her cheek and the corner of her swollen lip.

Her fingers, usually so busy typing or sketching characters, were scraped and raw, and I could see the heavy dressings on her feet where the glass had shattered.

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