Chapter 10:
ALESSIA
“Teach me,” I’d said. “Before hour two.”
Blackwell didn’t blink, he dropped a leather folio on the bed beside the shattered suppressant. “Then stand, Lunas don’t learn from beds and Liam already weaponized hour one.”
I could still hear Liam’s voice crawling through the walls. _Seventy-one hours, Alessia. Then you’re mine again. Or you’re dead._ The threat hadn’t left the room. It sat on my chest like a second set of ribs.
I forced myself upright. The room tilted, Azriel’s hand caught my elbow before I hit the floor. His grip was clinical, not gentle. Thumb pressed to my wrist, counting. “BP 91 over 60 ,Heart rate 130. You’re still bleeding internally ,twelve hours until you can command without stroking out.”
“Eleven hours, thirty-eight minutes,” I corrected. My t
