I stormed out of Lyla’s room before I could choke on the weight of my own guilt. My hands were shaking, fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles hurt, and my chest was a furnace of rage. The look in her eyes, how much disgust, betrayal, unflinching anger was burned into my skull. I had tried to explain, to justify, to make her understand that I hadn’t meant for anything to happen, and yet, I had failed. Catastrophically.“Damn it!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the walls of the hallway as I stormed past, my boots echoing on the hardwood. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I didn’t care if anyone followed.But of course, they did.Xiomar and Emilio appeared at the top of the stairs, alarm written across their faces. “Achilles, what happened?” Xiomar started, but I cut him off with a sharp wave of my hand.“Don’t speak,” I snapped. “Not now. You don’t understand.”Emilio’s growl was low, predatory, like a warning. “Try me,” he muttered. “I’m listening. Go.”I paced back and forth, tr
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