The view of the private hospital grew smaller and smaller through the car window until it vanished from sight.
It was strange how every time Severine had come to this particular hospital, it was Killian's arrangements.
At the beginning, she had a broken shoulder. Under the haze of alcohol, she had stumbled into Killian's room. Then she was tossed into the hospital, and now this. She found it rather peculiar.
"You should check your phone." Killian reminded her while driving toward the Winterhall Enclave.
"Hmm." Severine pressed her fingerprint, unlocking the screen.
Three missed calls from someone called [Dear Fiancé *heart emoji*]
"Did you save the wrong number in my phone?" she asked, clearly not recognizing the weird name tag.
"You have a fiancé? It isn't Emily as the rumors say, right?" she muttered mostly to herself, but her voice was loud enough for an Awakener. Too loud, even.
Fiancé was used for males… so—
"You're engaged to a man, aren't you?"
Screech!
