My legs give out on me and I stumble, then fall. I’m ready for the impact, but instead of hitting the ground, I land on something warmer and safer. Through the slits in my eyes, I think I catch a glimpse of Kirill’s masculine face. Even though he’s glaring down at me, I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips.
He came for me.
That’s the last thought I have before darkness takes me under. DRIP.
Drip.
Drip.
I slowly open my eyes due to the continuous sound near my head. For a moment, I think I’m in a nightmare, but then a very familiar room comes into focus.
The same room I was kicked out of not too long ago.
I stumble to get out of bed but pause when a tube pulls at my wrist. The reason for the dripping is an IV stuck in the back of my hand. I start to inspect it, but a deep, authori
