Chapter 27
Declan woke to the sound of beeping and the smell of antiseptic. He blinked against the stark white of the hospital walls. Apparently, his wound was worse than he thought.
He turned his head, and his eyes settled on Layla curled up at his bedside. This woman really was his ride or die. He took her in for a moment—the soft curve of her face, the lush swell of her bottom lip, and the serene look in her relaxed features. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she, for whatever reason, loved him.
“Hey,” she said, her gorgeous eyes popping open. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.”
“Sorry I left you in the woods,” he said, feeling guilty for not holding himself together.
“Are you seriously apologizing for passing out? Knock it off. You lost a lot of bloo
