Chapter 52 Wrong Words

• Ghost POV
• We collapse together, tangled on the cold floor, our bodies heaving with exhaustion. For a long, drawn-out moment, neither of us speaks. The weight of what just happened settles over us like a suffocating blanket, impossible to ignore or push away.
• Finally, Prince rolls off me, sprawling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. His chest rises and falls heavily, and when he speaks, his voice is brittle. “This doesn’t change anything,” he mutters, but the lack of conviction in his tone is glaring.