CHAPTER 32: Mirabella's POV
I woke up to the scent of lavender and something warm, faintly sweet, waffles? My eyes fluttered open to find a pair of large hazel eyes staring down at me.
I might’ve screamed if not for the tangle of red curls and the familiar face they framed.
“Eliana?” I whispered, still half caught in the haze of sleep and disbelief.
Her eyes widened, and before I could sit up, she vanished from my line of sight. A second later, the bed dipped under the weight of her tackle.
“You b***h,” she choked, hugging me so tightly it hurt. “You had me worried sick.”
I winced, not from the force of her hug, but from how raw my body still felt. The bruises, the fatigue, it hadn’t all left me yet.
I froze, then slowly hugged her back. My shoulder grew damp. She was crying.
“Eli
