Chapter 11
HazelA pair of green eyes watched Hazel intently when she woke. A human girl with short, dark hair, no older that her nephew Michael, watched her intently.
“Hey there,” she managed to say, throat dry and scratchy. After the room full of purple men shouting and punching each other, the knowledge that she wasn’t the only human on the Judgment offered some comfort.
The girl tilted her head back. “Meri-DAN!”
The shout, unexpected and loud, jolted Hazel into an upright position. Her regrets were immediate. Dizziness and nausea whirled about her and it was all she could do to sit still in the maelstrom.
A woman dressed in nurse’s scrubs—Meridan, she assumed—shooed the girl away. “Well, if you weren’t awake, you are now.”
“Where’s Seeran?” The memory of the warlord twisting and b
