MARK’S POV
Pain. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up. A dull, throbbing ache in my shoulder that made it hard to breathe. I shifted, but the movement sent a sharp sting through my body, and I groaned.
Alice was sitting a few feet away, her legs crossed, watching me. Her face was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something softer than I expected.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
I let out a bitter laugh, wincing as my shoulder protested. “Sorry? You shot me, Alice. You kidnapped me. You’re insane.”
She didn’t react, just sighed and stood up. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
I scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”
She walked over to a small table and picked up a first aid kit. When she turned back to me, her expression was calm, almost… sad? I didn’t trust it.
“You need
