Chapter 37

As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, I blinked awake, my body still heavy with sleep as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. And then, as the fog of unconsciousness began to lift, I realized that I was not alone.

Agatha sat beside me, her expression one of concern as she watched me stir. "Good morning, Viktor," she greeted, her voice soft and gentle as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "How are you feeling?"

I frowned in confusion, my mind still foggy with sleep as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. "What happened?" I asked, my voice hoarse with disuse as I struggled to sit up in bed. "Why am I here?"

Agatha's brow furrowed with worry as she explained the events of the previous night, her words a blur as my mind raced to catch up with the reality of my situation. "You were injured," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "Athena brought you here for treatment. She's been by your side all night, taking