SIMONE'S POV
The medical room was too quiet. Nicholas lay motionless, his breathing deep and even. Too even. The kind of unnatural sleep that comes from chemical assistance.
I touched his forehead. Warm but not feverish. His pulse was steady under my fingertips.
"What did they give you?" I whispered.
He didn't answer. Couldn't answer.
The bastards had drugged him while he was already weak from surgery. Kept him unconscious while they planned my elimination.
I searched the room systematically. Found the modified IV bag behind the legitimate medications. Something to keep him sedated for hours yet.
Enough time for an accident to happen.
Enough time for me to disappear without his protection.
I was photographing the evidence when footsteps echoed in the hallway. T
