Chapter 81.

HAZEL’S POV Whatever that name meant and whoever it belonged to deserved a medal for what it did to Darian. His face fell for the first time since I met him and his eyes looked haunted by the memories of the person who carried the name. There was emotion in his eyes and for the first time it wasn’t hatred or a sadistic playfulness, it was something softer, something deeper, and something more painful. I was sitting on the floor in the same spot where he left me and I didn't know what to do. I raked my fingers through my hair and looked at my knees that I pulled to my chest.  The flowers were still scattered on the floor and one of the roses was flattened against the floor after he stepped on it on his way out. Instead of sitting and pondering whatever the hell was happening, I decided to get up and tidy the room a bit. I put the table back in the nock and picked up the sharp pieces of the broken vase. The flower stems were broken and the petals were falling off so I made a small bouque