CHAPTER 97

　　Kara

　　Stefan arrived in my room hours after my parents left.

　　My psychiatrist injected me with a strange liquid that weakened me. I struggled not to let her inject me with the medicine, but she won. In fact, they tied my hands to the sides of the bed. They said I was a dangerous patient.

　　I knew Stefan knew what had happened. In reality, Stefan knew the story they told him. A false story. Sara must have run into Stefan's arms to convince him that I had hurt her again, and my psychiatrist must have endorsed the information. But I felt so ashamed that he knew they had to tie me to the bed. I didn't do anything wrong. I just defended myself from those who wanted to harm me. But Stefan looked at me with eyes of... I don't know. I couldn't describe Stefan's look.

　　"Good morning, Kara," Stefan said. He closed the door slowly and smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"