Fawn's POV
He caught my arm as I stumbled, spinning me to face him. “You disappeared. No one knew where you were. Margaret was about to call the hospital—”
I took off my sunglasses so I could face him properly. “I went out. I’m allowed to do that. I’m not a prisoner.”
“You’re recovering from a six-month coma!” His voice rose, drawing glances from passersby. “You can barely walk without getting dizzy!”
“Yet here I am,” I said, gesturing to myself. “Ambulatory and everything.”
Blake’s jaw clenched so hard I thought he might crack a tooth. “Upstairs. Now.”
I let him usher me into the elevator, partly because I was starting to feel lightheaded and partly because I didn’t want to make more of a scene than we already had. The doors closed, enveloping us in tense silence.
“Why aren’t you a
