Catherine's Pov
Hours Earlier.
I felt Nyx's words slice through my chest, sharp and undeniable. I actually stumbled backward a step, my hand coming up to press against my sternum as if I could physically stop the pain from spreading.
She stood there, heavily enraged, her chest heaving with the force of her emotions. Tears were now streaming down her face as she sank into the nearest armchair, the fabric sighing under her weight, while Darcy shot her a warning glare that seemed to say, "That was too much."
I followed suit, my legs feeling like they were made of water. I collapsed into the seat opposite Nyx, a heavy, leaden numbness settling over my limbs and my mind. I felt frozen, completely unable to speak or even form a coherent thought.
