Beep, beep, beep. The steady pulse of the monitors echoed in my ears. I jolted awake, sucking in a sharp breath, my chest heaving uncontrollably.
No flames. No suffocating stench of blood. Soft daylight slipped through white blinds and spilled gently over the hospital bed.
This was reality. I was in the VIP ward of Yorkhaven City's most elite private hospital.
A team of doctors in white coats rushed in, faces filled with disbelief. The attending physician checked my vitals, barely able to contain his excitement.
"What a miracle! This is a true medical miracle! Ms. Romanov, that private jet crash left you in a deep coma. You've been asleep for a full 10 years!"
I lowered my gaze to my hands, well cared for, no needle holes, no burn scars. I had really come back.
"Where's Chloe?" My vo
