Chapter 62

Two days had passed since that heated argument with Marisol, and not once had Cedric caught sight of her since then. Each passing moment only worked to fuel his growing anxiety and frustration, unable to shake the suffocating feeling of unease that gnawed at him, leaving him restless and on edge.

He paces restlessly within the hidden castle, his mind racing with worry and frustration. The memory of their argument replayed in his mind, with each second he spent alone, each word exchanged between them echoing with a painful clarity. What had possessed him to lash out at Marisol in such a manner?

His concern for her safety had quickly morphed into irrational jealousy, clouding his judgment and leading to a confrontation that he now regretted.

Recalling the events that had led to their argument only served to fuel Cedric’s mounting worry. He remembered the overwhelming sense of panic that had gripped him when he’d waited a whole night and even the better part of a day