Chapter 12
- The next morning, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. Dimitry entered, his expression calm as he checked on Hazel.
- "Good morning," he greeted, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Hazel responded with a nod, her gaze fixed on her hands, adorned with punctured glucose drips.
- "Wyatt found you unconscious on the floor," he mentioned, the tension lingering in the air.