The Wrong Woman

Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window.

Mila lay at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand clasped Nathan's palm tightly. The sun's rays bathed her side, casting a comforting warmth around her.

Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He glanced at the dilapidated ceiling before surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he found himself back in this cursed place.

Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. He never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream.

Mila stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn't contain her excitement, rising to her feet and reaching for his forehead. "Nate, you're awake, finally."

In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing Mila's wrist, anger surged within him. "Why are you here?"

Mila leaned in, disregarding his question, and gently inquired, "You've been unconscious for two days. Are you feeling alright?”

up, his tone stern. "Tell me, why are you

struggling to find the

afraid of death, but her presence in the Nightshade’s headquarters was akin to a lamb in a

Nathan exclaimed, "Chubs, have you lost your

Nathan. Tears blurred her vision instantly as

restraint, she explained, "Yes, I've lost it. If it weren't for me finding you, you'd already

anger, his face pale. He uttered, "I'd rather be dead than have you

tears choked her voice. She let go of Nathan's hand,

reality of their confinement sank in. With guards

because he was worried about her safety, but

nervously turned around to find Nathan getting out of bed unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled to the ground Ignoring her own emotions, Mila rushed back to