Mary
"Wake up, Mary. Please wake up."
I opened my eyes slowly, pain radiating through my entire body. Soft sheets beneath me. Warm sunlight streaming through windows. The smell of pine and something cooking downstairs.
I wasn't in the warehouse anymore.
"There you are," Owen's voice was rough with relief. He sat in a chair beside the bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles under his eyes, stubble covering his jaw, his hair a mess. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." I tried to sit up and gasped as pain shot through my torso where they'd cut me. "Where am I?"
"My house. The Prescott Estate. You've been unconscious for twelve hours." He helped me sit up carefully, arranging pillows behind my back. "My doctor treated your wounds. They're healing faster than t
