Chapter 112

• Dahlia's world felt hazy, but it was a comforting kind of haze. There were no flames licking at her, no signs that she was trapped in hell; the ground beneath her was cool and solid, and her heart was no longer racing wildly as it did every time she slept.
• She sank further into the mattress, cherishing the tranquility for a few moments longer until a hand brushed gently against her face. As she opened her eyes, she found Xavier sitting on the bed beside her.
• "You're back," she murmured, a sense of relief washing over her.