Chapter 35

Zachary

I needed no sorcerer to tell me this was the end. It had ended before I could even find a solution.

I stared into her eyes, searching for something, anything, but there was nothing there. No warmth. No anger. Just a blankness that hurt worse than hatred ever could.

I swallowed and looked away. The bond between us was still there, but it felt thin and brittle, like a snapped broomstick barely holding together.

She said she felt relieved.

I felt like my chest had been torn open.

I wanted to ask her whether she truly meant it, but I was afraid of what her answer might be.

No words came out. She turned and walked away, and I knew then that nothing I said would change her mind. Whatever battle was happening inside her, she had already chosen her side.

I should stay away, and probably not show my face again. I should be angry she chose to stay away from me, drowning myself in rage or alcohol or pride.

But here I am, acro