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WASHING AWAY THE PAIN

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT1

Thea's POV

It was another day, but I would not refer to it as a beautiful morning. The memories of yesterday still lingered. I laid on my bed, the softness of the mattress offering little comfort compared to the turmoil within my mind. The room felt suffocating, filled with the weight of shattered memories. I couldn't shake the images of Lev, the Lev I thought I knew, morphing from the carefree soul to a battered, angry-looking version of himself.

I recalled the times we spent together, the stolen glances, the shared secrets, and the genuine laughter that echoed through the halls of the mansion. Now, those moments felt like delicate glass ornaments, shattered and scattered across the floor of my consciousness.

I felt too weak to get up to have my bath or even get something to eat.