My head throbbed painfully, a reminder of that wicked Rachel's slaps. "Are you awake?" Lyon's voice broke through the haze. I blinked and realized I was in his penthouse—thank goodness it wasn't just a dream. As I sat up, he gently supported me. "You just passed out. The doctor says you need some rest." I couldn't help but notice how worn out he looked, dark circles shadowing his eyes. Had he even slept? My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of my hunger. He grinned at me. "You need to take care of yourself, Lyon. You look terrible." He chuckled softly. "You can't blame me; when you fainted, I thought you were going to die." I smiled and brushed my fingers against his cheek. "Just go get me some food. I'm starving." He returned my smile and stood up. "Okay, I'll be right back," he said b
