The words cut deep, and for a split second, Eryx's hand faltered. His grip on her loosened, not because he meant to let go, but because her pain stunned him silent.
In that breath of hesitation, she moved.
The car door swung open.
"Lunara—!" he called out, reaching for her hand.
But she was already gone. Her figure burst into the street, her hair whipping behind her like smoke. He scrambled after her, his foot barely hitting the pavement when a yellow taxi screeched to a stop beside her.
She didn't look back.
She slid inside, slammed the door, and the car peeled off into the road, fast, like it had been waiting for her to run.
Eryx stood in the road, breathless and stunned, the echo of the slamming door still ringing in his ears.
"What should I do?" he mumbled weakly. For the first time, he felt like his soul had left his body.
"Sir…" The driver rushed toward Eryx, who was barely standing.
