Chapter 217 Uncertain
- I wanted to trust Dorian. I truly did, but my very soul was relentless. Every ticking second away from the hospital felt like an excruciating punishment.
- My mind kept looping back to Zayne—his pale skin, his bloody state, the desperate crack before he blocked me.
- “Please recover quickly. Please be safe and sound.” I prayed to myself all night, curling like a ball with sorrowful eyes.