Chapter 131
Vanya
My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, my pulse stuttering painfully in my chest. He stood in the doorway like a carved shadow—broad shoulders, steady posture, that face I had memorized in a thousand different ways. He looked like Kross. My Kross. And yet… he didn’t.
Something in him had shifted. His presence was the same overwhelming storm, but the warmth, the frantic desperation I expected—none of it was there. He didn’t come running. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even flinch at the sight of me standing, alive. He just… stared.
The weight of that stare made my knees weak.
The past days had been a storm for both of us—hell, if I was honest. But then again, it had been hell since the moment he found out the truth. That I’d been deceiving him all along. And as if tha
