Kraus stood in front of Maya, his face twisted in pain, confusion, and anger. His usual warmth was replaced with an ironic, almost bitter laugh. “It was all just a game for you, wasn’t it?” His words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and filled with disbelief. “Just a play. Myself, Hilda...all of this was just a facade.”
Maya's heart sank further with every word. She reached out, but Kraus pulled away from her, his eyes brimming with frustration. “You never even bothered to tell us the truth: that you’re carrying his mark on your body. Do you have any idea what that means? Can you even imagine the wrath he feels right now?”
Maya could feel her throat tighten as the weight of her decisions crashed over her. She had known all along how dangerous this was, but she had hoped, naively,
