Hazel’s POV
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I stared at Calix, his words cutting into me like sharp blades. Words I want to throw at his face like the blow he just gave Dylan.
“You’re still mine.”
I wanted to scream that he was wrong, that I wasn’t his and never would be again. But the words were trapped, tangled in the knot of fear and confusion building inside me.
I glanced down at Dylan, who was still groaning on the ground, his face smeared with blood, and guilt immediately swarmed me. He didn’t deserve this.
I knelt beside him, ignoring the burning sensation in my chest as I tried to check his face for damage. His nose was definitely broken, blood trickling steadily down his chin, but it wasn’t life-threatening.
His eyes fluttered open, a dazed
