Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“A presser? Why not?

We will love to answer your questions.”

The distant voice of a man forced me out of the dark abyss of nothingness, jogging my memory. My head felt heavy as I tried to look for a reason for my condition, but my mind went blank. I could only rely on the thrilled conversation around me.

“It happened so suddenly that we couldn’t inform anyone. Rest assured; we will throw a grand party for you!”

Although my eyes were glued shut, that familiar deep voice churned my stomach as the identity of its owner jolted me awake. I didn’t see that coming from him.

Lying...