A Promise to the Gods: Part-5

Third Person's POV

Aether, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, kept his gaze locked onto Sandra.

She was sitting there, staring down at the bed with a soft, unreadable expression.

Sandra remained quiet for several minutes after telling her story, her fingers lightly gripping the sheets as if lost in thought. Her mind drifted back to the day when everything changed—the moment she had crossed the line and realized the true cost of her revenge.

That day was burned into her memory, a wound that refused to heal!

Aether slowly lifted his hand toward her, hesitant but unable to hold himself back. He wanted to reach her, to touch her, to pull her out of whatever thoughts were consuming her. However—

"Please, don't you dare feel pity for me," Sandra muttered, her voice laced with annoyance as she shot him a glare from the corner of her eyes.