The door bursts open with a deafening bang, rattling the walls, and I stumble back, nearly tripping over the sterile equipment scattered on the floor.
I hadn’t heard anyone coming, not a single step, but the sound of it—it’s enough to make my heart stop in my chest.
My hand twitches on the surgical tool I was about to use, and I spin around, instinctively backing away from the table.
My eyes snap to the entrance. And there, standing in the doorway, is Rolan. Rolan, with Zander right behind him. And... a few other warriors I don’t recognize, their heavy boots clacking against the cold floor as they march in like they own the place.
My scared self let out a sigh of relief the moment I saw Rolan.
Just minutes ago, I had convinced myself that he had abandoned me here, leaving me alon
