Kyle had firmly wrapped one arm around her waist, his lips curling into a disdainful, faint smile. "I suggest you don't move too much. Be careful not to fall. Can you even stand on your own right now?"
Orelia considered for a moment and realized that, no, she couldn't.
"Why are you glaring at me?" Kyle chuckled. "Did I give you that low-life stuff?"
Orelia froze. Had he heard? 'When did he arrive?' And did he know what Linda had done to her?
"Where's your room? I'll take you back."
Orelia was skeptical but, feeling completely drained, she reluctantly gave him her room number.
She whispered, "Thank you, and I'm sorry for the trouble."
Kyle accepted her gratitude without hesitation. "I'm just doing what's necessary." It was rare for him to offer even this small courtesy.
Once they re
