*~Mirabelle's POV~*
"What does it mean?" I pressed, my voice cracking. "Does this have anything to do with my cancer?"
He didn't answer immediately. He only shook his head, his golden eyes tracking the movement of a shadow on the wall. "You will have to introduce yourself first."
I clenched my fists. I was trapped. This man—this creature—had been stalking me, troubling my mind, and somehow knew the rot spreading inside my cells. I had no choice but to stop being stubborn and play his game.
I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. Strangely, his presence managed to still the frantic twirling in my chest that had been there since the diagnosis. Or perhaps he was simply the one who had started it.
"I'm Mirabel Wayne," I said, pausing to swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm twenty years old. I'm an orphan and a medical student."
