Chapter 119. Shattered Truths

Xerina’s POV

Days blurred into each other.

Zane would wake me the same way every morning, his lips pressing softly against mine. A gentle nudge, pulling me from the haze of sleep. He’d bathe me with hands that were too careful, too tender.

And then he’d feed me, slipping pieces of food between my lips like I couldn’t manage it myself.

I didn’t fight it. Didn’t resist.

With every day that passed, I felt myself slipping further. The edges of my world softened, and the only clear thing left was Zane. Everything else—the pain, the memories, the rage—faded. Zane had turned into the center of my universe.

He spoke to me in riddles, told stories where I was more than human. A goddess. A savior. His words felt like silk, wrapping around my mind until I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

I hated it.

I hated how much I believed him. How much I wanted to believe him. There was no one else. Leon was gone.

Rasmus was a ghost. Only Zane