Magnus
After I reconciled with Amara, a surge of determination propelled me to stealthily trail Selene into the dimly lit bedroom. She lies in serene slumber, her breaths gentle and rhythmic. Lucius’ people forcefully administered a multitude of potent sleeping pills to her, leaving me utterly bewildered and at a loss for what to do. My mind is consumed by thoughts of Amara, and an overwhelming sense of guilt engulfs me, as if I have become a wretched soul. I understand that showing concern for Amara is not inherently wrong, but pretending not to care about Selene is absolutely dreadful . . . It’s simply too agonizing for me.
I sink into the plush bed, my gaze fixated on her.
I’m in utter disbelief that I once frolicked with her, but now I'm consumed by remorse. I yearn to sever the tie
