CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND 

TWENTY-FOUR 

DARIUS’ POV 

{Three Weeks Later}

The last three weeks that passed were hectic. Azel was still so closed off, and wouldn’t talk to me. He would not eat, and get me worried so much that I’d have to ask Theresa to find out what he wants, and take care of him so he wouldn’t get sick. 

Recently, things got worse. Azella, who was the more receptive one suddenly locked herself up, and wouldn’t leave her room. It was what baffled me the most, and caused me sleepless nights. 

A knock sounded on my door, and Theresa came in, holding Azel, who had a lollipop in...