Chapter Twenty-Four
Ana
My eyes slowly opened. For a moment, everything was a blur of white and grey.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and realized I was back in my old bedroom—the master suite I had just been kicked out of. The air in the room felt heavy and stagnant.
I felt a slight pressure on my arm and looked down to see an IV drip connected to my vein, the clear liquid slowly ticking away. I groaned and tried to push myself up against the headboard. My head felt like it was filled with lead.
"Hey, be careful. Don't move too fast," a voice whispered.
I looked up and saw Desmond sitting in a chair pulled close to the side of the bed. He looked terrible. His hair was messy, and his eyes were red as if he had been rubbing them for hours. He looked like a man on the verge of a
