Severine didn't remember dying again. At least not in a literal sense.
Yet the coldness swirling inside her veins felt the same as it had that day—when Damien had crippled her legs.
The loss of warmth afterward had led her straight to death's door.
But something was strange this time. Instead of the suffocating despair, she only felt peace.
I want to stay like this… forever, she thought drowsily before drifting back into oblivion.
She was at peace, but that wasn't the case for the crowd gathered around her.
"Didn't I tell you not to stimulate her and to keep her happy? She is already so weak. This sudden awakening nearly cost her life," Dr. Edmund rattled off.
"From the looks of it, she must have received quite a scare that forced her awakening prematurely. Her body wasn't ready for the impact at all."
He pressed the cold syringe into Severine's arm and snorted, "What were you doing, letting someone bully her?"
