Rosalia — POV
A violent explosion tore through me—one that swept away all my fear, all my hesitation, all the years I had spent struggling just to reach him.
My entire life was shattered in that instant.
"How dare you?"
My voice cracked, sharp and broken, as glass dragged across stone.
"How can you accuse me of being a spy for that bastard?"
"How can you look at me and think something so filthy, so cruel?"
"How—how—!"
The words dissolved into screams.
I lunged at Cassel, striking him wildly—my palms slapping his face and chest without restraint, my body trembling with fury and despair.
I even bit down hard on his hand, desperate to hurt him the way he had hurt me.
But it was useless.
My teeth ached.
He didn't bleed.
And the pain inside my chest only grew.
"I lived for you!" I screamed. "I lived for you for so long that even death couldn't take me away!"
