CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

ZOEY

The hospital room had become my temporary safe place, complete with sterile walls and the ever-present hum of medical equipment. While the physical pain from the gunshot wound had subsided, the emotional aftermath lingered, like a shadow refusing to fade.

Alexei, true to his word, remained a constant presence by my side. It was both comforting and disconcerting—comforting because his closeness provided a sense of security, and disconcerting because it emphasized the dangerous world we were entangled in.

The first day after the attack was a blur of painkillers, occasional naps, and fleeting moments of wakefulness. Alexei sat beside me, occasionally engaged in low-voiced conversations with Yaz, who would then leave the room, only to return with a serious expression etched across his face.

As the days unfolded, my mind gradually cleared from the fog of medication. The bandages on my stomach itched, a constant reminde