HAZEL’S POV
I placed the bowl, that was once filled with food, down on the tray that was set on the table beside the bed. I looked at the empty bowl, a crushing feeling in my chest. Killian had brought me food again, just like he always did, but he did not look at me, nor talk to me.
The way he treated me the previous day was still etched in my mind, and I was honestly expecting an apology from him. But what did I expect? For that cold man to apologise? To me? I couldn’t believe myself.
I exhaled deeply and swung my legs down from the bed. I was feeling restless again, and the only thing that could ease it, was a walk. I needed to feel the wind ok my skin and gaze at pretty flowers that were in bloom.
That was the only way I could keep myself sane.
I pushed myself up from
