Blair’s first thought was that everything hurt like hell.
Her second thought was that someone was yelling her name with a kind of desperate panic she’d never heard before.
“Blair! Jesus Christ, Blair, open your f*****g eyes!”
Roman. That was definitely Roman, and he sounded... scared? She’d never heard Roman sound scared. Pissed off, sure. Coldly furious, absolutely. But scared?
She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were glued shut. Everything was spinning, and there was a metallic taste in her mouth that she was pretty sure was blood.
“Blair, sweetheart, I need you to look at me.”
There was something in his voice… a softness. It’s what made her force her eyes open. The world swam in and out of focus, but Roman’s face gradually came into view above her. There was
