Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 93: Left in the Dark

Chapter 93: Left in the Dark

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Renegade by Aaryan Shah)

The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.

The sheets were soft, smooth against my skin, and the faint scent of flowers and expensive perfume still clung to the air.

My body ached in the best way, a deep soreness that reminded me of last night—of Kathrine, of the way she touched me, the way she claimed me like I was hers.

I stretched lazily, a small, satisfied smile pulling at my lips. For a moment, I just lay there, basking in the afterglow of it all, replaying everything in my mind.

The way she gripped the leash, the way she looked at me like she owned me, the weight of her presence pressing into me until I couldn’t think about anything else.

I turned over, expecting to feel her naked body against mine. Expecting warmth, the steady rise and fall of her chest, maybe even the sleepy grumble of her voice. But when my hand met nothing but cold sheets, my stomach twisted.

I blinked, the haze of sleep clearing instantly.

The bed was empty.

I sat up abruptly, the silky red robe slipping off my shoulder as I turned, scanning the room. My heartbeat picked up, pounding in my ears. The space was quiet, too quiet.

There were no sounds of running water, no faint rustling from the other side of the room, nothing to indicate that she was still here.

Panic tightened in my chest.

No.

No, she wouldn’t just leave.

I threw the sheets off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor as I stood.

The soreness in my body no longer felt comforting—it felt like a cruel reminder. My hands shook as I grabbed the robe, pulling it around me and tying it tightly as if that could hold me together.

I rushed to the bathroom first, my heart clenching when I found it empty. The mirrors were fog-free, the counter untouched, not a single trace of her left behind.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat.

Maybe she just went out to get something.

Maybe she’s coming back.

I hurried to the closet, my fingers trembling as I slid the door open. My chest squeezed painfully when I saw that her clothes were gone. The outfit she wore last night—her jacket, her boots—everything.

She was gone.

My breath hitched.

Gone.

She left.

Tears burned my eyes before I even realized I was crying.

I turned back to the room, my vision blurring, my breathing uneven. The scent of last night still clung to the sheets, to the air, to my skin, and it felt suffocating now. The beautiful, luxurious room that had felt like a dream just hours ago now felt hollow.

A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. I pressed my hands to my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut. My whole body shook as I tried to hold myself together, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

Why?

Why did she leave?

Was it just a game to her?

Did last night mean nothing?

I thought—God, I thought she felt it too. The way she looked at me, the way she held me, the way she whispered to me like she wanted me, not just my body, but me.

I sank onto the bed, my legs too weak to hold me up anymore.

I pulled the sheets around me, burying my face in them, breathing in the faint traces of her scent as silent tears slid down my cheeks.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

I wasn’t supposed to care this much.

I was supposed to be the one proving myself to her, showing her that I was worthy. But how could I do that if she didn’t even give me a chance?

How could I do that if she was already gone?

———

I didn’t even remember the ride home.

Everything felt like a blur, like I was moving through a haze of exhaustion and heartbreak. My body ached, my skin still tingling from the ghost of Kathrine’s touch, and yet I had never felt colder in my life.

I was hollow.

I pressed my forehead against the car window, staring out as the city lights flickered past. My fingers clutched at the silky robe I still wore underneath my coat, as if holding onto it could somehow bring her back. As if it could make me wake up from whatever cruel reality this was.

But it didn’t.

Kathrine was gone.

And I was alone.

By the time the car pulled up to my house, I could barely move. The weight of everything pressed down on me, suffocating, relentless.

The second I stepped out of the car, the night air hit me like a slap, sharp and biting. I wrapped my coat tighter around myself, my heels clicking against the pavement as I walked up the steps to the front door.

My hands trembled as I unlocked it, pushing it open and stepping inside.

The house was dark and quiet.

I let out a shaky breath, slipping off my shoes and dragging myself upstairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, my body weighed down by exhaustion, by heartbreak, by the unbearable silence that stretched around me.

I made it to my room, shutting the door behind me.

And then I just stood there.

The emptiness of the space hit me like a tidal wave.

I was alone.

Again.

I clenched my jaw, blinking rapidly against the sting in my eyes. I refused to cry. Not again. Not for someone who left me without a word.

But as I moved to the closet, stripping off the robe and pulling on a sweater and leggings, my throat burned.

My fingers shook as I brushed through my hair, trying to fix the mess that last night had left behind. The scent of Kathrine still clung to me, to my skin, my hair, my lips.

I swallowed hard and turned away from the mirror.

I needed to leave.

I needed to get out of this house before I lost whatever fragile control I had left.

Grabbing my phone, I headed downstairs, my fingers already dialing the driver’s number. But the moment I reached the bottom of the staircase, I froze.

Alex was there.

He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but the second he heard me, he looked up. His brows furrowed, and he quickly stood, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"Glyndon," he said, his voice laced with something that almost sounded like concern. His eyes scanned my face, and then he frowned. "What happened?"

I swallowed, gripping my phone tighter. "I need the driver," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Alex didn’t move.

Instead, he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you okay?"

I opened my mouth to say yes—to lie, to push it all down like I always did—but then the lump in my throat swelled, and before I could stop it, a sob tore from my lips.

Alex’s expression shifted instantly. "Glyndon?"

I covered my mouth, shaking my head, but the tears were already falling. My shoulders trembled, my chest tightening with the weight of it all.

I hated this.

I hated crying in front of anyone but her.

But I couldn’t stop.

Alex stepped closer, his voice softer now. "Hey... what’s wrong?"

I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands shaking as I wiped at my face. "She left." My voice cracked, raw and broken. "She—she was just gone when I woke up."

Alex’s brows drew together, his jaw tightening. "Kathrine?"

I nodded, another sob escaping.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Shit."

I sank onto the couch, my face buried in my hands. "I thought—I thought last night meant something," I whispered. "I thought she was finally starting to forgive me. I thought we—" My voice broke again, and I clenched my fists. "But she just left, Alex. Like it was nothing."

Alex sat beside me, hesitating for a second before he reached out and squeezed my shoulder. "I’m sorry."

And for some reason, that made me cry harder.

I didn’t want him to be sorry. I wanted Kathrine to be here. I wanted her to have stayed.

But she didn’t.

And I had no idea if she ever would.

The car ride to school was quiet.

Alex didn’t push me to talk, didn’t ask more questions, didn’t try to fix anything.

He just drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his brows furrowed in thought. I was grateful for that—grateful that he didn’t force me to relive it all again when I was barely holding myself together.

I stared out of the window, my mind a mess of last night’s memories and this morning’s heartbreak.

My body still ached from everything that had happened, a dull soreness in places only Kathrine had ever touched.

My skin still burned with the ghost of her lips, her hands, her presence—her absolute control over me.

And yet she had left.

Without a word.

Like it had meant nothing.

I clenched my jaw, blinking away the fresh wave of tears that threatened to spill.

I was not going to cry.

Not here.

Not now.

The car slowed as we pulled up to the school gates, and Alex sighed, drumming his fingers against the wheel. "You sure you want to be here today?"

No.

Not even a little.

But I forced a nod. "Yeah."

He glanced at me, unconvinced, but didn’t argue. "Alright."

I grabbed my bag, my fingers tightening around the strap as I reached for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, bracing myself for the day ahead.

And then my heart sank.

Because there she was.

Kathrine.

Standing by her motorcycle with Savannah.

Laughing.

As if last night had never happened.