~Abigail's POV~
Kalliope and the others have already been discharged, sent back to the villa with Andreas and Leo. The doctor insists I stay a bit longer for more tests to "make sure I'm completely fine," he says. Even though the only thing wrong with me is the small cut on my cheek, now hidden beneath a bandaid.
It's past midnight.
Darius is asleep in the chair beside my bed, his head resting on his folded arm, his other hand wrapped tightly around mine. His grip is firm, as if letting go might make me disappear.
He looks… peaceful.
It's strange. Seeing him like this. Hours ago, he was ready to burn the world down, blaming himself for everything. He still thinks I'm angry with him, that I hold him responsible for what happened. But the truth is, I don't.
Some things are just beyond our control.
The memory still replays in my mind, though. The car tailing us, the bullets, the sound of metal crashing, the children screaming....
And the way I fired back without thinking.
