Chapter 93

• AUTHOR’s POV
• Amelia wouldn't stop tossing on the bed, she was far left to the land of thoughts. The scene of how Talon and Charles had brutally fought because of her kept flashing on her bed. Guiltiness zoomed into her veins like goosebumps. She had caused their fight if she knew she wouldn't have asked Charles to snuck out—her thought.
• She finally got down from the bed; she had already convinced herself enough not to visit Talon’s chamber that morning. She wasn't ready to communicate with anyone also. She walked towards the washroom, where she had a warm and distracting bath. She spent so much time in there, reminiscing about how sweet Talon could be sometimes. She didn't know when she went into reverie about Talon and her.