Rosalia — POV
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed, held tightly in an embrace that almost threatened to break my back.
I didn't react at all. I knew immediately who was behind me—without even needing to look.
I stayed still for a moment, saying nothing.
My mind was busy processing everything that had happened.
I didn't regret my choice. Nor my actions.
On the contrary… I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
For the first time, I hadn't needed to save anyone. I hadn't caused trouble for Cassel. I had saved myself—with my own strength.
A vague thought flickered through my mind as I recalled the high-level zombie that attacked the car… and then vanished.
But that theory needed more analysis.
Forget it.
Right now, I was in the arms of my beloved—my dangerous, beautiful villain.
I let out a soft sigh and murmured gently,
"Cassel… you're going to crush me."
Warm breath brushed against my neck, followed by a voice—low, strained, almost broken.
