Kayden
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The rhythmic, persistent sound of the machine beside me echoed in my head, sharp enough to feel like a needle pricking the inside of my skull.
I tried to groan, but my throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.
My eyelids were heavy, stuck together for a moment, but as I slowly fluttered them open, the sterile white light of the clinic ceiling burned into my retinas.
I was alive, and I was in Leo's office.
The realization didn't bring relief—it brought crushing memories of what had happened between Rhys and me.
The reveal, the confrontations, the accusations… everything hit me all at once. Rhys probably hates me now after finding out about my secret, I thought.
Then I felt the coolness against my skin, and I froze immediately when I felt the hands wrapped around me, the faint scent of pine lingering in the air. When I looked down, I realized I was naked and was being held by Rhys.
