CHAPTER 62

  Sebastian's Point Of View

  "Are you sure?" I ask her again.

  Hazel turns around, hands on her hips and gives me a look, golden eyes gleaming with irritation.

  "Sebastian, are you sure I was the one who

  feel ill?" she asks.

  "I don't want to take any risk," I can't risk you.

  We've been bantering over this since morning. It took her another day to recover from that poison. Her fever is gone, the bruise on her wound is almost gone too and her steady heart beat tells me she's fine now.

  I know that we have to move on, I know that our time is limited but I don't want her to strain herself.

  "I'm perfectly fine!" Hazel says, tossing her golden-brown hair over her shoulder. "What do you think I am? A damsel in distress?"

  "Then don't complain later," I say as I pick up the bag.

  Finally! she grins. "Lets go and win!"