Serena’s POV
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the infirmary, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. Rhett lay unconscious on the bed, his usually cocky expression replaced by an eerie stillness.
His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the effects of the tranquilizer still holding him under.
I exhaled, gripping the edge of the nearby counter to steady myself. My body still ached from the encounter, and my lip throbbed where his fangs had cut into it.
"You're reckless, you know that?".
Dorian’s voice pulled me from my string of thoughts.
I turned to see him watching me, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes assessing every scratch and bruise.
"You saved him," he continued, softer this time. "You could’ve gotten yourself killed."
I let out a dry laugh. "Wo
