Chapter 78

STEVEN'S POINT OF VIEW

As the soft tendrils of sleep began to release their hold on me, I stirred in the warmth of the tangled sheets.

The night had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, leaving Nathalie and me both sated and exhausted.

With a contented sigh, I nestled closer to her, basking in the afterglow of our love.

But our reverie was abruptly shattered by the insistent chime of the doorbell, echoing through the quiet of the early morning. Nathalie and I exchanged a weary glance, wondering who could be calling at such an hour.

As I reluctantly rose from the bed, Nathalie followed suit, her expression mirroring my own confusion and concern.

Wrapping a robe around my shoulders, I made my way to the door, my senses on high alert.

Standing on the threshold was a figure cloaked in white, a healer's uniform stained with patches of crimson.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight, dread clawing at my insides as I struggled to comprehend why he was there and how he knew we were there.

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