By the time I arrived at the hotel and collapsed onto the bed, it felt as though everything that had just transpired had been nothing more than a vivid dream.
I had done it. I had truly severed ties with Daniel.
Oddly, my heart did not ache—or perhaps there was a faint pang of sorrow lurking beneath the surface—but overwhelmingly, there was a sense of liberation, a yearning for the endless possibilities ahead. A new life stretched before me, unmarred by Daniel, by Amy, or the entanglements of the Crimson Pack. For once, I was free to shape my destiny, to do whatever I pleased.
The sheer exhilaration of that realization was almost intoxicating.
I barely slept that night. My pulse raced wildly as I lay staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning with fantasies of an uncharted future. At exa
