Chapter 2218

Cecilia’s chest rose and fell violently as she dragged in air.

The room felt smaller than before. The walls closer. The air thinner.

Nicholas wiped the blood from his neck with the back of his hand and looked at it almost thoughtfully. A thin red line marked where the glass had cut him. It should have angered him more.

Instead, his lips curved.

“You really would hurt me,” he murmured.

Cecilia didn’t answer. She stood rigid, robe clutched tightly around herself, broken glass now lying forgotten on the floor between them.

Nicholas stepped toward her again—but slower this time.