Chapter Nine
Laila’s POV
Silence hung in the quiet hospital room, thick and heavy. Zane stared at me, his dark eyes wide with shock, unaccustomed to anyone daring to tell him no.
“Fine,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “If you don’t want my money or my compound, at least let’s go file a complaint with hospital security. Get extra eyes on this floor.”
I looked at him, taking in his blood-smearing chest, the dark tattoos, and the sheer aura of danger rolling off him. “I don’t think you have enough...” I hesitated, gesturing vaguely at his appearance. “I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”
Zane had just pulled a bottle of water from the small corner table and taken a swig. At my words, he choked, coughing rough as he lowered the bottle and stared at me like I had lost my mind.
He didn
