Chapter 215 Distrust

• Varek
• I sat there, watching Nyxara move around the room, gathering the last of the bandages. Her hands were still trembling slightly from earlier, when she’d worked on cleaning my wounds. She was gentle, focused, but the tension between us made it hard to breathe. Even now, after everything, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her for too long.
• “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice low and hoarse. The words felt heavy, unfamiliar. I wasn’t used to thanking anyone, let alone her. Not that she didn’t deserve it—she had tended to my wounds without hesitation, despite everything that had happened between us. Despite the fact that I’d been cold, distant, and harsh.