Sandy's POV
I slammed my heel against the stone path, my heart thundering with pure irritation.
Curse you, Zayden.
He had this infuriating talent for crawling under my skin, making me question everything I thought I knew. Then when I desperately needed answers, he vanished like smoke.
I remained rooted to that spot, staring at the empty space where he had been standing, feeling the crushing weight of confusion settle over me like a suffocating blanket.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as I lingered in the garden, too furious to move, too bewildered to form coherent thoughts.
His words echoed relentlessly in my mind. What did he mean when he claimed everything Charles had told me was fabricated? The question circled endlessly, but I couldn't force myself to reach any definitive answer.
The evening air had turned brutal, slicing through my clothes and biting at my exposed skin, but I barely registered the discomfort. I craved just one moment of clarity.
