Nineteen

Andrey.

Hazel is so stubborn , a trait that both frustrates and intrigues me to no end. Despite her stubbornness, I am compelled to maintain patience in her presence. There's an allure in her fierce independence, a quality I admire even as I recognize the vulnerability she conceals beneath her facade. She guards her emotions closely, yet to me, she's an open book, transparent as glass.

"Where is she heading to now?" I inquire, the urgency evident in my voice. "It seems she's headed towards her mother's apartment," the guard replies dutifully.

"Keep a watchful eye on her and ensure her safety. Inform me of the address upon her arrival." With that directive given, I conclude the call, setting the phone down upon the desk with a heavy sigh. My hand instinctively finds its way through my hair, a gesture born of frustration and concern.

The disdainful sound of Jayden's scoff reaches my ears, a predictable reaction to my ongoing vigilance over Hazel. I've grown accustomed to his disappro