Chapter 38: Orchestrated Onset.Violet Virgilson.

I opened my eyes slowly, my fingers still intertwined with his.

Morning light filtered softly into the hospital room, pale and fragile, as though even the sun was afraid to intrude. I must have dozed off at some point, slumped awkwardly in the chair beside Vincent’s bed, but I didn’t care. He was here. Alive.

Suddenly, the door to the ward swung open.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the runaway bride.”

My body stiffened.

That ...