Waking to Chaos

CASSIA

Dante’s deep baritone voice dragged me up from the dark, heavy fog clinging to my mind.

“It’s been more than a day, and she still hasn’t woken up,” he snarled. “You can’t tell me she’s fine.”

My eyelids fluttered, but my body felt like lead—heavy, boneless, and completely spent. Every muscle ached with a dull, lingering fatigue, as if I’d run for miles without rest.

“Mr. Di Salvo, I already