Chapter 81: Marion's Death
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek furniture.
Callian sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows placed on his knees, his hands gripping a mug of coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity.
Eira stood by the window, her back to him, staring out at the city below.
She could feel the tension radiating from him even without looking.
"They're eating me alive," Callian finally said in a heavy tone.
Eira turned, crossing her arms as she leaned against the window frame. "The press?"
He nodded, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Vanesa's allegations. Every headline screams about me being some violent monster."
Eira frowned, walking over to sit across from him. "Are they true?" she asked softly.
Callian's lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. "Half of it."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "And the other half?"
