Azalea
The next morning, someone came in and left a tray of breakfast food on the table with some fresh clothes. I did not move from the bed. My body felt weak and heavy with sadness. I laid there, drifting in and out of fitful sleep for what felt like ever.
Later, the door opened once again. Someone came in and closed the door behind them. I made no move to acknowledge them. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they would leave. I felt arms wrapping around me lifting me from the bed a moment later. I opened my eyes to see Kol picking me up and holding me to his chest. He sat on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. My skin erupted in an uncomfortable prickling sensation where he held me.
“Little flower, you do not look well. You didn’t eat any breakfast,” he said quietly. He held
