Chapter 117 Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
- CHAPTER One Hundred and Seventeen.
- Mirabelle's POV.
- The first thing I noticed was the sound–a steady rhythmic beeping that pierced through the haze of my mind. It was faint at first, distant, like an echo calling me from the depths of a fog I couldn't escape. My head throbbed, a dull persistent ache, and my eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I tried to open them.