HAZEL

***Chapter 139: HAZEL***

**Victor**

I don’t know what’s going to kill me faster—poison, or not speaking to Hazel. Honestly, it feels like the latter will finish me off quicker.

I’m leaning against the door, waiting to hear her footsteps move past toward the hall. But they don’t. Which means she’s still in the living room, probably curled up on the couch with her phone, pretending I don’t exist.