Chapter 228 A Moment Of Weakness

• Nyxara
• Varek’s coldness was becoming unbearable, but my feelings for him refused to wane. It was an agonizing contradiction: every sharp word he hurled at me, every cold glance, only seemed to deepen my desire to break through his walls. As much as I tried to push away the gnawing ache inside me, it always came back stronger.
• I sat at my vanity, staring into the mirror. My reflection looked as conflicted as I felt—dark circles under my eyes, my brows furrowed with stress. I hated that I still longed for him, even after everything. Every night, we shared the same bed, the same space, but it was as if a chasm had grown between us. And yet, I couldn’t stop the ache for him, the yearning for something more.