97: Moving On

Camilla I helped Sasha to her feet, and I could feel her body swaying, her eyes glazed with tears and alcohol. I knew she was in a fragile state, and I needed to be there for her. I guided her out of her room and down the stairs, trying to keep my own emotions in check. But as we reached the bottom of the stairs, all hell broke loose. Gideon was standing there, his face twisted in anger. He yelled at me to let go of Sasha, but I stood my ground. "I said let go of her!" He screamed again. "And who are you to decide, huh?" I snapped back, my own anger boiling over. "You're just a man who's lost his senses. I can't believe Sasha fell in love with you. You're an idiot; you don't deserve her." "Camilla!" "Don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me, do you hear that?" I barked at him. Gideon's face turned red with rage, and I could see his hand curling into a fist. I braced myself, ready for him to strike me, but instead, he lunged for Sasha. I quickly stepped in front of her, shi