Mirellie
I woke up feeling like someone had stuffed my head with wool.
For several seconds, I simply stared at the white ceiling above me, unable to remember where I was or how I’d gotten there. My mouth was dry, my limbs felt unusually heavy, and there was a dull ache sitting behind my eyes.
I blinked slowly. Where was I? The faint scent of disinfectant reached my nose. I was at the clinic.
Then everything came rushing back at once. Lily, the unconscious patient, his wife accusing me and then the young man who came in and claimed that I was his wife.
Mireya, slow down!
I shot upright in bed so quickly that my head spun, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as dizziness washed over me.
“Easy.”
My head snapped to the side. Evander sat in a chair beside the bed, his elbows
