CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN 

HAZEL'S POV.

Everything in me froze like the frost has suddenly gotten to me. My feet were lead. I simply stood there, while my mind was screaming…

‘Turn around, Hazel! Walk away!’

Why couldn't I do that single thing? Why did it seem like so many commands were rushing to my brain, and my brain couldn't seem to pick one to follow?

Falcon knew my face! He was Darius' man, and had seen me so many times. No amount of face disfigurement that I applied would fool him. Especially since Darius was looking for me.

But why was he coming from the dungeon? Did he…...