Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Should we call Prince Howard? I am getting worried now.”

The worried murmurs slithered into my ears as I slowly regained consciousness, waking up from a deep slumber. The last thing I remembered was donating blood to Xavion. And Sabrina was by my side, praying for her son’s life. Then what happened? How could I zone out?

Seeking answers, I struggled hard to get up, but an iron hold pulled me down, making me squirm. My eyes flew open as the sparks dancing on my skin told the name of my companion.

“Xavion?”

Blinking rapidly, I saw Xavion’s anxious figure, gazing down on me. I asked him.

“How...