Chapter 65: THE WRONG GIRL

THE door flung open and Danica stepped into the living room, breathing heavily after a few minutes of running. She looked shaken, her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly disheveled.

A thin bandage was wrapped around her forearm, slightly stained, just enough to suggest injury without appearing severe. Everyone's gaze was fixed on her, except Xanthos who was already lost in thoughts.

"Oh, my child. You're here." Dimitra said and hurried toward her, pressing a hand to ...