Hazel couldn't speak. The doctors had warned her: no talking, no smiling, no sudden movements that might strain the fresh grafts. Her face was wrapped in bandages, her jaw wired shut in a way that made even swallowing uncomfortable. But her eyes were as bright as little suns as she looked at the people gathered around her bed.
Her parents stood closest, Jenna's hand gently holding hers. Leo and Bella were nearby, Bella's face soft with relief. Jay and Jace hovered near the foot of the bed.
And Dominique stood at the head of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on Hazel's face. His smile was deep, warm and almost tender.
"If you have anything to say," Dominique announced, "tell me with your eyes. I can be your translator."
Jay's face lit up. "Oh, this is going to be amazing. I have so many questions."
Jace crossed his arms. "You can't translate eye movements."
"Watch me," Dominique said.
Jay leaned forward eagerly. "Okay, first question. How are you feeling, Hazel?"
