Chapter 53

• Cesmae's POV
• I sit down on the cushion in Kylian’s room, settling into the soft fabric as I glance at him. He naturally has the cutest bed head, making him look effortlessly handsome. It’s hard to believe this is the same man who was gravely injured just two days ago. “So, how are you feeling?” I ask, trying to gauge his condition.
• Kylian lounges back against the headboard with a relaxed smile, his usual playful glint in his eyes. “I’m doing great. The soup you made worked wonders. I don’t feel any pain at all, and as you can see,” he gestures to his chest where the deep claw marks have mostly scabbed over, “the wound’s healing nicely.”