Rachel wanted to confront Zephyrine, but Bryan kept stopping her.
She glared at him, her eyes blazing with fury before slumping onto the bed. A ragged sigh escaped her lips, her eyes swollen and red from relentless tears. When her gaze flickered to the severed head on the table, her body tensed, and she squeezed her eyes shut as if doing so could block out the agonizing truth.
"That's my brother's head," she whispered, her voice trembling with pain. "His head is sitting right there, and you're telling me not to go out?" She let out a bitter, humorless chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fine." Raising her hands in surrender, she rose to her feet. "I'm done. I will no longer stand by your side if you continue to support that traitor."
Wiping the last of her tears, she turned on her heels, ready to walk away, but Bryan moved swiftly. In a blink, he was in front of her, his hand wrapping around her throat.
