“Sophia?” Tavish was scanning her face and the monitoring machines with a worried gaze as her heart rate speeded and her pressure lowered. “How are you feeling?”
It hurt even to move her jaw. Her body and soul were in a fiery pain. Feeling panicked, as if she were going to get stuck in the nightmare she couldn’t awaken from again, she whispered hoarsely, “I’m fine.”
Tavish knew she was not fine, that she couldn’t possibly be fine, but he wouldn’t contradict her. The best place to heal was at home. He fixed her with his stare, trying to gauge her reactions.
“I’m fine,” she repeated, as if to convince herself, looking away from the sea-green eyes that seemed to see too much. She searched for Alistair’s hand and gripped it. “I—I don’t want to go back to Atwood House.”
“Sweetheart, I wasn’
