CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

HAZEL'S POV.

The liquid continued to gush out, and I feared the acrid smell of blood would fill the house. What would I do if I lost the only reminder of Darius?

I rose, and pulled up my gown, looking at my soaked legs. 

Isis was the first to break a sigh of relief. I'd peed on myself. Fear had taken over, and had given my bladder rest. 

‘But we still can't be too sure all is fine. We have to be very careful. This pain isn't natural. We shouldn't be feeling any pain.’ Isis pointed, and I tried to rise, only to be stopped by the sharp...