Alora's POV
I groaned as the light hit my eyes, making me squint. The familiar beige and white walls of the medical bay at Dante's mansion greeted me.
My eyes widened, and I shot up from the bed with the speed of light. I shouldn’t have done that. The action sent a surge of pain rushing through my back as if someone had hit me a gazillion times with an iron rod.
I screamed loudly as tears crinkled at the corners of my eyes. The door burst open, and two nurses, along with Dante’s doctor, rushed in, their eyes wide and weapons drawn.
And no, I don’t mean syringes and stethoscopes—I mean guns. What the hell are nurses doing with guns?
Seeing no danger, they withdrew their weapons, stared at each other for a few seconds, and then the doctor walked toward me with a small smile.
“Miss Mari
