Chapter 40

Farren's Point of View

The hotel room was bleak. Cold. Drained of all life. But it was the best option I had. I couldn't stay at Rafael's place. His betrayal of my trust still stung too deep. I wouldn't have dared set a foot on Amador ground, even if Isabelle had begged me to return. Thus the main hotel in Lupitum should have sufficed. Although it didn't.

With their grand chandeliers and busy halls, I felt more overwhelmed than ever. Everything was sterile upon my entry. The windows. Walls. Couches. All of it stank of bleach and despair.

The exact mental state I was in currently.

My stomach rumbled a few meters in and I clutched it with a hand. We had foregone lunch after all. Camilo had stormed out and Rafael had followed, leaving me with a confused and angry Amy. I dashed out of the house when I knew both of my seething mates were alright.

Luckily my escape had been a speedy one. I had no bags to speak of. Had left it all with Isabelle this morning. Refused to go back for the