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FELICIA POV

Did Kalixo truly no longer care about me? Should I truly believe in the words he had just uttered? It hurt, the pain was so overwhelming that I could hardly tear my gaze away from his emotionless eyes. Was it really that easy for him to cast me aside?

He walked slowly towards me, head held high, our gazes never parting. I couldn't fathom why I almost recoiled when he trapped me between his arms against the wall, his piercing stare moving from my eyes to my nose, then my lips, and back to my eyes. I couldn't help but gasp when I heard the sound of him drawing a knife from the wall. He then walked away from me and turned his back.

"You're still just a woman, Avimayor," the old man suddenly interjected, causing me to avert my gaze from Kalixo's imposing figure. "Do you really think you stand a chance against him?"

I turned to the old man in annoyance, then quickly ran towards him and leaped onto a table, launching myself in his direction. He managed to evade me, but my table-