HAZEL’S POV
This, was very strange
Right at the dining table, I sat, my breakfast in front of me. The table was teeming with maids, as usual, but there was something out of place. Killian wasn’t here. He was always present for breakfast, and he used this as an avenue to tease and mock me.
But he wasn’t here.
My heart sunk. Had I done too much yesterday? I could recall how angry he was, and it seemed plausible that he was probably still angry at me. I picked up my fork and stabbed the piece of bacon before throwing it into my mouth.
As I chewed on it, I could not get a single taste. My taste buds were numb, and swallowing, felt like lumps of rocks were passing through my throat. There was this anxious feeling, sitting in my chest, making me lose focus.
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