Bastian
I walked through the hospital’s cold corridors, the sterile scent clinging to my senses as I approached Kaida’s room. In my hand, I held a bouquet of fresh lilies and roses—her favorite, if I remembered correctly. My other hand carried a basket filled with an assortment of treats: chocolates, fruit, and a few small things to make her stay a little more bearable.
As I neared the door, I took a breath, trying to steady myself. Kaida had been through hell, and I was still seething with anger over her kidnapping. Someone had dared to touch what was mine to protect. I would find whoever did this, and they would pay.
I knocked gently before pushing the door open. The sight of Kaida lying in bed, still pale and fragile, made something twist painfully in my chest. She looked so small, s
