Chapter 89. Hell Boy

Azeeva’s POV

The cold penetrated my skin. Even so, I did not shiver. Because there was a sense of coolness that reconciled my mind while my eyes were still closed. My understanding of hearing began to catch the melodious chirping of the birds that, in my dream, were basking intimately with the morning sun. I could faintly hear the waves roar as if sweeping the coastline. For a split second, I was tricked by nature, a soft bed, and a thick blanket.

Stupid Azeeva! You’re not on vacation. You’ve been kidnapped!

My soul jolted, and my eyes widened. Everything I felt was real. I was lying in the middle of a room directly connected to the forest if a giant transparent glass with golden curtains didn’t restrict it. Now, I tried to get up. However, I heard the sound of my bones instead.

Argh.

Damn concrete stairs. When will my tailbone heal? How long have I been in this strange place? Is this a private island? And where’s the bastard who had the nerve to