Xavier looked tired but had his eyes wide open. That was the first thing that struck Amira.
She looked at him from the threshold of his hospital room. She was so glad he hadn’t perished, she could cry… and it was not long before she felt tears roll down her cheeks.
He looked at her, took her in, and then flashed her his genuine smile.
“No good morning, princesa?” He teased.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said in between violent sobs as she approached his hospital bed cautiously. “Had it not been for me, you wouldn’t be here, laying in this bed,” she was on the verge of breaking down.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing, princesa,” he said in a strained voice. “I made you leave after all. I had promised you the world, only to give you heartache. Saving you from that attack was
