"Wake up. Please wake up. f*****g wake up! I'm going to f*****g murder you if you don't open your goddamn eyes, sugar!"
Indianna frowned at his voice, forcing her eyes open. They felt glued together, heavy with exhaustion, and she blinked several times before her vision cleared. She was in the infirmary... and she was not alone.
"You're awfully chipper," she said sarcastically, eyeing Greyson, who was scowling at the floor.
His head snapped up at her voice, and a long sigh of relief escaped him. "Thank f**k," he muttfuck, rushing to her side. "Do you know how worried I've been? Never do that to me again! Do you hear me? I'm serious—never do that again!"
"Loud and clearFuckinganna replied, cringing at his intensity. "But... don't do what?"
She studied him as he spoke. He looked exhaust
