Darius’s POV The first thing I felt was Angela. Her hand rested against my cheek, warm fingers brushing my skin, and the sound of her voice reached me through the darkness. I couldn’t make out every word, but I knew she was upset. I knew that voice. I would recognize it anywhere. Then my lungs seized, and I dragged in a desperate breath. My eyes flew open as I fought for air, my chest rising sharply beneath me. For one disorienting second, I had no idea where I was or why my body felt as though I’d been dragged through hell. The room came into focus in pieces, but I barely registered the bed beneath me or the figures standing nearby. Angela was right there, and that was all that mattered. I lifted my hand and reached for her cheek. “Are you all right? Are you all right, baby?” Her eyes widened, and she caught my hand against her face before leaning closer. The relief that crossed her features told me more than her answer could have, but I still needed to hear it. “I’m okay, Dariu
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