Chapter 103
Kross
The vision swam into focus, hazy at the edges like I was looking through smoke. My stomach twisted as the shapes solidified.
Vanya.
She was lying on a bed, the white sheet rumpled beneath her, her long dark hair spilling across the pillow like spilled ink. Her face was turned toward me—soft, serene, too peaceful for this place.
But she wasn’t alone.
There was a man beside her.
His form was only a shadow in my vision, blurred by the simulation’s interference, the features indistinguishable. I couldn’t make out his face, only the rise and fall of his chest under the covers. The two of them… in the same bed.
My blood boiled instantly, the sound of my pulse drowning out everything else. Every instinct screamed at me to rip him out of that bed, to crush the life out of
