“Now, Amanda. Is that any way to talk about your only uncle?”
I closed my eyes again in the futile hope that if I couldn’t see him, he would disappear. It was pointless, however, and I could hear his footsteps on the carpet as he moved closer to my bed.
“You’re not my uncle,” she snarled. “My uncle’s dead.”
Daxton made a noncommittal sound. “And yet here we are, with nearly the whole country on my side. Good morning, Kitty.”
With effort, I forced myself to sit up. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I reassured myself that it was likely due to whatever they’d used to knock me out rather than any serious head injury. My foot ached, and my vision blurred at the edges, but other than that, I was fine. It was a far cry from the last time I’d woken up in that bed, when I’d discovered th
