Shards of Memory

Hazel's Pov:

Perched on the edge of the cushioned dining chair, I gingerly lifted my foot. I twisted my ankle to inspect the deep puncture wound on my sole. The sharp, throbbing agony had lessened since Silas extracted the thick glass shard from my flesh. The metallic tang of my own blood still lingered in the air. The heavy silence of the Adler Villa dining room pressed against my ears. Despite