Chapter 66

• The first few days were a blur of restless nights and tense silences. William was a man adrift, his body wracked by tremors, his mind a battlefield.
• He paced his study like a caged animal, snapping at Robin, snarling at the staff, and casting venomous glances at Claire. She watched him, a silent sentinel, her heart a cold, hard knot in her chest.
• Every twitch, every desperate gasp, was a testament to the destruction he had brought upon himself.