**Healing Slowly But Surely**
By R. Joseph
120 Not what you think.
Zevran.
My foot tapped rhythmically against the floor, each thud echoing the frantic beat of my heart. I was fixated on the door, willing it to swing open and reveal Chalice. It had been more than two hours since I’d summoned her, and the absence of her presence was infuriating.
I felt a storm of emotions brewing within me—frustration, confusion, and a simmering rage.
Turning to Kael, I couldn’t contain my irritation any longer. “Can you believe your ‘so innocent’ fiancée? She lied about Leilani yesterday, and now she won’t even show her face?” My voice dripped with disdain, the words spilling out like venom.
But as I glanced at Kael, I remembered the stress he was already under. A sigh escaped my lips, and I looked away, muttering a quiet, “Sorry,” under my breath.
My chest felt constricted. It was as if a vice was tightening around my heart, fueled by my frustration and the overwhelming need for someone to confide in. If I were left to my own devices, I could easily convince myself that this minor betrayal was enough to end Chalice’s engagement. But I wasn’t the only one tangled in this mess; my two brothers were equally involved, and then there was Caelum, who was hopelessly infatuated with her.
Just then, a feminine voice pierced through my thoughts. “Zevran…!” I looked up, my gaze locking onto the door. Chalice stood there, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise, her cheeks flushed.
Despite the chilly weather, she wore a simple pink dress that revealed more skin than I deemed appropriate. Bold red lipstick adorned her lips, and while her eyes seemed glazed and her expression sorrowful, I couldn’t ignore the radiant glow of her skin or the peculiar bounce in her step as she entered the room.
She cast a fleeting glance at Kael, not approaching him, before turning to me, her voice soft and almost melodic. “You sent for me? Is something wrong?”
Her innocent tone ignited a fire within me, my blood boiling at the audacity she displayed.
And the worst part?
When she fluttered her lashes at me, as if to say, “Oh, poor me!”
I narrowed my eyes into slits, glaring down at her. In a voice that was both icy and low, I demanded, “I called for you over two hours ago. Where have you been?”
“I went to the spa,” she replied nonchalantly, her airy tone only fueling my anger further.
There was something about her demeanor that I found utterly intolerable. It was revolting to think that while Kael lay in that hospital bed, fighting for his life, she was indulging in pampering herself at a spa.
I gritted my teeth, struggling to suppress the urge to unleash my frustration on her. Goddess, it took all my willpower not to lash out, to refrain from ending her engagement on the spot, even though such a decision wasn’t solely mine to make.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt her warm fingers gliding over my arm. I glanced down to find her gazing at me with an unsettlingly soft smile—one that might have fooled me if I hadn’t known her better. “You seem tense,” she commented, her voice dripping with faux concern.
With a swift motion, I shrugged her hand off and crossed my arms defiantly over my chest. I could barely contain my disdain as I replied, “I am tense because I’m furious.”
“Why? Did something happen?”


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