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~Lisa's POV
I was still standing there, confused and shaken in the middle of the flower garden, when Kael turned to me again.
His face, once calm and sorrowful, slowly twisted into something I hadn't seen in a while, that cruel smirk that used to haunt my dreams.
"So," he said, voice dropping low, "was that little apology enough to win you over?"
My stomach twisted.
Ramon chuckled dryly behind him. "Maybe we should remind her how much she liked it."
Damon didn't speak; he just stared at me, his expression empty, like he wasn't really there.
I froze.
Every muscle in my body turned cold. Their words pierced through whatever little hope I had begun to build. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they had felt real guilt. That maybe I wasn't just something to mock.
They weren't sorry.
They never were.
I could feel the heat rush to my face. Not from embarrassment, but from the sheer rage and betrayal boiling under my skin.
