C75 Chapter 75

Melia’s pov

I smiled when I opened my eyes the next morning and found Bastian sitting at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on me. Worry etched across his features, softening the usual hard lines of his face. He was still in his pajama pants and a loose black T-shirt, looking completely unguarded—a rare sight.

“I’m fine,” I half-grumbled, half-croaked