Cyril’s POV
The drive back from Ella’s apartment felt longer than it should have been. My hands were still gripping the steering wheel like I was holding on to something that was already gone. I replayed every second of what I had just done, or hadn’t done. . .and the anger in my chest wouldn’t quiet down.
I should have gone inside. I should have banged the door down and dragged her back. I should have made her look me in the eye and explain why she chose him.
But I didn’t.
I just stood there like a fool, listening to her lock the door.
The sound still echoed in my head.
By the time I reached the manor, it was late. The guards opened the gates immediately, their eyes flicking toward me, probably sensing I wasn’t in the mood to speak. I parked in front of the main entrance and sat the
