Lavender and magnesium salt soothed me, and I drifted almost instantly into sleep.
I woke to someone’s touch. My eyes fluttered open—and it was Vector.
“What are you doing here?” I pulled the blanket up to my chin.
“I was worried,” he said softly. “How are you? Better? John told me you weren’t feeling well.”
“How did you get in?”
“I asked for a spare key at reception.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost three.”
Jealousy surged through me like venom. So, he had been amusing himself until three in the morning—then came to check whether I was still alive.
“I’m fine. Must have been food poisoning.” The lie rolled off my tongue. “No need to worry anymore.”
“We missed you tonight,” he murmured.
“I doubt it. Didn’t your new friend take my place?”
His brows furrowed. “What are you talking abou
