Sophie's POV.
I woke up to the smell of antiseptic and something medicinal that made my nose wrinkle.
The infirmary ceiling was white and clinical, nothing like the soft darkness of our bedroom. I blinked a few times, trying to orient myself, and that's when the aches started registering. My ribs screamed when I shifted. My arms felt raw where hands had grabbed me. The cut on my temple throbbed with a dull, persistent ache.
Christian was sitting in a chair beside my bed.
He hadn't moved, I realized. Not since they'd brought me in. His hair was disheveled, there were scratches on his neck, and his knuckles were wrapped in gauze. He looked like he'd fought his way through a war zone. Which, technically, he had.
"Hey," I said quietly.
His eyes snapped open. He was out of t
