That...

By the time Kael pulled up in front of her apartment, Arabelle had managed to steady herself, her emotions no longer threatening to spiral out of control. She was grateful for one small mercy: that she hadn't yet moved in with His Highness, Prince Rafael Ignis. If she had, where would she have gone tonight to nurse her wounds? The thought brought a small, bitter comfort. At least she still had her own space—a sanctuary to retreat to when everything else felt like it was crumbling.

Murmuring a quiet word of thanks, she stepped out of the car without giving Kael a chance to speak. She wasn't ready for words, not from him, not from anyone. Her mind was too crowded, swirling with thoughts and emotions she hadn't fully sorted through. Tonight had been a night of revelations—painful ones that left her questioning herself.