Hazel's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, trying to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my desk or my home. The room was dark except for a desk lamp casting a soft glow across what appeared to be Damian's office. My head felt heavy, my thoughts foggy.
"You're awake."
I turned toward the deep voice and found Liam sitting in an armchair beside the couch I was lying on. He looked terrible—his usually perfect hair disheveled, tie loosened, dark circles under those hypnotic violet-blue eyes. He'd been watching me sleep.
"What time is it?" My voice came out scratchy.
"Just past eleven." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You've been asleep since morning."
I bolted upright. "All day? Leo—"
"Chloe has him. I called her myself." Liam's tone was gentle, reassuring. "She said he's fine, spending the night at her place."
My racing heart slowed. "Thank you."