But he suppresses it instantly.
The door opens. Guards straighten.
And without looking back, he walks out.
Leaving me staring at the doorway, shaken, angry, and painfully aware of one thing:
The door swings open again, and my heart leaps before my brain can catch up.
“Mia?!” I croak, my voice hoarse.
She freezes for a split second, eyes widening at the sight of me lying in the hospital bed.
Then she sprints forward, tears spilling, and throws her arms around me.
I feel safe in an instant, the weight of the past chaotic hours, the queen’s anger, the king’s cold presence… all of it melts away in her embrace.
“Mel! Oh my God, you’re alive! You’re okay! I was so worried!” she cries into my hair, clutching me as if she’ll never let go.
I wrap my weak arms around her. My throat tighte
