C177 An Empire in Ruins

Anger was present in every act, gesture, and glance.

Mayara saw him first in the mirror, his silhouette standing in the bedroom doorway. Dressed in black, with that worn leather jacket — and yet strangely elegant — his ash-blonde hair slightly tousled. She felt her spine go cold. He was no longer by her side.

She took a deep breath, as if to brace herself for a hurricane. But the truth is