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CHAPTER 317
~Aira's POV~
My hands were still trembling as I stormed down the hallway, my vision blurry from the unshed tears burning my eyes. My breath came in short, uneven bursts, my chest heaving from the weight of my rage.
I was furious.
At Zara. At Kane. At myself.
But more than anything, I was hurting.
Storm was gone. My son was gone. I should have protected him, but I failed.
Zade caught up with me before I could reach my room, his hand grabbing my wrist and spinning me around. "Aira, stop." His voice was gentle but firm, his blue eyes scanning my face with concern.
I wanted to push him away, to yell, to let all the emotions I had bottled up explode into the air like a hurricane. But when I saw the raw worry in his gaze, something inside me cracked.
A sob tore from my throat.