CHAPTER 211

  Zane's POV

  "I'm sorry, Belle," I whispered, the weight of my words heavy in the quiet of the night. "I'll leave you be for now. I didn't mean to make things worse."

  My voice sounded hollow, even to me, and I hated how much it felt like defeat. But what else could I do? I had already done enough damage. I turned away from her, my heart pounding as I walked toward my room. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was trudging through mud.

  The VIP section was eerily quiet, more than usual. It was a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. Maybe that's why I noticed it- how still everything was. It gave me too much space to think, to question whether I'd said the right things or if I had just messed up everything even more. Did she hate me now? Had I pushed her too far, saying things that made sense only to me?