Chapter 63 Stop apologizing

Alexander's POV

The walls I'd built, the armor I'd wrapped around myself, the self-loathing I'd been drowning in—it all crumbled…

And she was still looking at me like I was something precious. Something worth saving.

"Nyra," I breathed. "I don't—I can't—"

"Shh," she said softly. "You don't have ...

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