When I woke the following morning, I was in far too much pain to do anything, my plans to show everyone my strategy delayed until I recovered. Every square inch of skin ached and I spent more time in bed than out of it, under express orders from Jerome, who"d been called to visit and confined me to bed until further notice with a gruff order and threats about what he"d do to me if I didn"t follow those orders.
Lucas spent hours with me, content to lay by my side while I slept, or quietly talking with me during my waking hours. For a girl who"d struggled with insomnia for so long, sleep was now a constant companion as I recovered from the traumas of recent times. Jerome was concerned about my constant exhaustion and thought I might be suffering from mild anemia after losing so much blood.
