_Author’s POV_
Seeking reassurance, Zarelle turned to the surgeon still in scrubs. “Doctor, is he all right?”
The surgeon nodded reassuringly. “Yes, it’s nothing serious. Thankfully, the vital nerves were not affected, or he could have lost the use of his hand.”
Zarelle heaved out a long sigh of relief.
Night had descended upon them. Zarelle found herself sitting beside Calden’s bed, her gaze fixed on his sleeping form, a mixture of emotions swirling within her.
The encounters with the mercenaries had shattered her belief that they had given up on seeking revenge. Furthermore, Calden now knew that she had saved his life in the past, intensifying the weight of their shared history.
Cutting ties with him and starting anew seemed an insurmountable task with these revelatio
