19. Unspoken Guilt
"How could I have let this happen?"

Elijah muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the fresh wounds on Sophia’s face.

Her once-smooth skin was now marred with cuts and bruises, a painful reminder of Zack Shaw’s brutality.

Sophia lay unconscious on the bed in Arthur Palace, her chest rising and falling unevenly.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin pale and clammy.

She was burning with fever, her lips quivering as she muttered in her sleep, "Please… no more… Zack, please…"

Each word felt like a dagger to Elijah's heart.

Guilt surged through him as he dipped a cloth into a bowl of cold water, gently pressing it to her forehead.

"I should’ve been there," he whispered.

"I should’ve protected you."

Sophia flinched in her sleep, her hands twitching as though trying to fend off invisible attackers.

Her soft whimpers filled the room, haunting Elijah.

Every sound she made was a reminder of his failure.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small vial of golden liquid—a precious elixir he
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