Cyril’s POV
The door shut behind me harder than I meant to. The sound echoed down the hall, and for a moment, I just stood there, breathing heavily. My hands were clenched so tightly that my knuckles ached.
I didn’t want to hear her voice anymore. Every word out of her mouth sounded like a lie. The way she said my name, the way her eyes looked at me like I was the one who didn’t understand.
I had tried. I had given her a chance to earn my trust, to start over, but she went and did this.
I pressed a hand against the wall, trying to steady the anger pulsing through me. My chest felt heavy. I didn’t know if it was rage or something else I didn’t want to name. Betrayal?
“Marcus,” I called sharply.
He was standing a few feet away, as if he had been waiting for me. He was there when Lora b
