XARION'S POV
Danielle pushes off the pillar and walks toward me, her heels clicking against the pavement with that familiar confident stride.
Her expression is carefully neutral, but I can see the calculation behind her eyes.
I instinctively tense, my posture stiffening as she closes the distance between us.
What the hell is she doing here?
"Xarion," she greets softly, her expression a careful blend of concern and something else I can't quite place. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?"
I stare at her, genuinely caught off guard. "What are you doing here, Danielle?"
"I came to see you," she replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I heard you were in the hospital and… I got worried. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
That stops me cold.
Days ago she was scream
