A saviour, a lover or a captor?
Troy’s POV
Daphne was moved from the hospital to my house a day after she slipped into that unconsciousness. I couldn’t leave her in that cold, smelly place. I needed her close, where I could watch over her, make sure she came back to me. The doctors said she’d recover in a few days, but a few days felt like an eternity when the curse was clawing at me again. I had Noah by her side when I had to step away for work. When I was home, I barely left her room, hovering like a shadow, checking her breathing, her pulse, anything to convince myself she was still fighting.
Still alive
The nightmares had returned the moment she slipped away from me. Every night, they tore me apart. I would wake up gasping, terror exploding through my chest, my skin drenched with
