Wendy's POV

My wounds were healing faster than I'd dared to hope. The supernatural rapidity of it filled me with restless energy, and I found myself yearning to reach out to Melina—to assure her I was safe.

Yet, in the chaos of my escape, my phone had been lost.

When the nurse entered to administer another injection, I voiced my request. Her response came with a measured, almost practiced, smile.

"Of course," she said, her tone ...