Chapter Eighteen
“Livia? Livvy, sweetheart, wake up.”
She could hear Sandor’s voice but was confused. Why was he telling her to wake up? Wasn’t she dead? Her murder had been surprisingly painless, she had to admit, but now her head screeched with agony. She opened her eyes. White light. Blinding.
“Ouch,” she said, and heard Sandor’s relieved chuckle.
“Hello again, beauty. You had us scared.”
“Livia? I’m Dr. Ford. We found you unconscious on the floor below. What happened, my dear?”
Livia blinked and immediately reached down and ran her hand over her stomach. There were no stab wounds. She reached up and touched her temple. Her hand came away b****y. “He chased me and hit me. I think he wanted to kill me … why didn’t he?”
She saw the doctor and Sandor exchange a skeptical glance and
