The door swung open, and Rachel staggered into the main room of the Culthold of the Coven of the Damned, her pallid face and reddened eyes sending a wave of concern through the room.
Asher, Grace, Amelia, Emiko, and Yui turned, their expressions shifting from casual conversation to shock as they took in her distress.
Rebecca crossed her arms and harrumphed, wondering what kind of drama this blue-eyed bitch was trying to cook.
Amelia's eyes widened, her concern palpable, "Rachel, are you alright?"
Rachel nodded weakly, her gaze drifting towards Asher. The subtle, radiant glow of his golden eyes seemed to cut through her turmoil, intensifying the ache in her heart.
Without a second thought, she crossed the room and threw her arms around him, her voice breaking as she mumbled, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
