Chapter 7: It's a Trap

Nova's POV

White ceiling.

Soft mattress.

The air smells like lavender.

I'm opening my eyes slowly. My shoulder's throbbing with this dull ache, but it's nothing like before.

"You're awake."

Kael's voice.

I'm turning my head. He's sitting in the chair beside the bed. He looks like hell—blo...

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