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?”

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

struggling to find

concern for Mila's safety. He wasn't afraid of death, but her presence in the Nightshade’s headquarters was akin to a lamb in

roar of anger, Nathan exclaimed,

level of fury Mila had never seen from Nathan. Tears blurred her

it. If it weren't for me finding

face pale. He uttered, "I'd rather be

could respond, tears choked her voice. She let go of Nathan's hand, turning to leave in an attempt

of their confinement sank in. With guards outside, she could

knew Nathan was angry because he was worried about her

Nathan getting out of bed unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled