Anna stirred as the pain in her side reminded her she was alive, barely. The IV drip clicked steadily beside her and the beeping machines echoed the fragility of her condition. But the room shifted from tense silence to suffocating dread the moment Andrew stepped in.
His eyes were dark with rage, a storm barely contained. His lips curved into a twisted sneer. “You’re lucky to be breathing Anna” he whispered, leaning over the bed.
“My poison should have turned your blood to ice”
Anna whimpered, recoiling against the pillow, her body too weak to scream or fight. She sought the door for Krista who had stepped out a minute ago.
“But I’ve spared you…for now” he hissed, brushing her hair back like a lover would.
“Because you’re going to help me fix this, that’s what lovers do. Isn’t it?”
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