CHAPTER 117
Two days later…
Azalea woke up with a strange noise reverberating in her ears before sunrise. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but when Azalea heard it again while her eyes were already open, she confirmed, it wasn't a strange sound. She has heard a voice of a person as if being tortured and in anguish.
Torture and anguish? Who could it be? All traces of sleep escaped her body.
She slowly turned into Dimitri’s side in bed and saw him suddenly move. His bedside lamp was open. He groaned, grunted, howled, and there was a great amount of sweat on his forehead, it was dripping down in his pillow. The sounds out from his throat were getting louder and louder. It was highly disturbing, and his face was so pale, almost a color of ash.
“Dimitri—“ she called him softly. She
