ISABELLA
The hospital room felt too white, too sterile, too quiet. I woke up groggy, my body heavy and my mouth tasting like regret and medicine. The IV in my hand tugged uncomfortably as I reached for my phone on the side table. My head still throbbed, and my stomach felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry.
I unlocked the screen and typed a short message to Rafael with shaky fingers:
Discharged soon. Should I wait for a driver or are you coming?
I stared at the screen for a long moment, waiting for the three dots. Nothing. No reply. I told myself it was fine. I trusted him. He would send someone. Or come himself. He always did what he said he would do… right . The door opened without a knock.
Selene walked in like she owned the hospital wing. She was dressed to kill in a sl
