Yasmyn's POV
The hospital smelled faintly of antiseptic , clean linen , and the low mechanical hum that promised life if you listened closely enough .
I lay propped against a ridiculous mountain of pillows , the bandage at my side hidden beneath a loose shirt that smelled like soap and starch .
Late afternoon sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting warm gold stripes across the floor .
For the first time since the arena , everything was still . Too still .
I shifted , a sharp ache tugging at my ribs, and glanced toward the door just as it opened .
Adi walked in first . Of course he did . My eldest brother never entered a room quietly , he arrived like a command .
Chin high , shoulders squared , presence sharp enough to cut through steel . But the moment his eyes lan
