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Chapter Fourteen
The ceiling is fading in and out of focus.
My head is heavy, my vision is blurry, my heart is strained.
There is a distinct flavor of panic lodged somewhere
underneath my tongue and I’m fighting to remember where
it came from. I try to sit up and can’t understand why I was
lying down.
Someone’s hands are on my shoulders.
“How are you feeling?” Warner is peering down at me.
Suddenly my memories are burning in my eyes and
Jenkins’ face is swimming in my consciousness and I’m
swinging my fists and screaming for Warner to get away
from me and struggling to wriggle out of his grip but he just
smiles. Laughs a little. Gentles my hands down beside my
torso.
“Well, at least you’re awake,” he sighs. “You had me
worried for a moment.”
I try to control my trembling limbs. “Get your hands away
from me.”
He waves sheathed fingers in front of my face. “I’m all
covered up. Don’t worry.”
“I hate you.”
“So much passion.” He laughs again. He looks so calm, so
genuinely amused. He stares at me with eyes softer than I
ever expected them to be.
I turn away.
He stands up. Takes a short breath. “Here,” he says,
reaching for a tray on a small table. “I brought you food.”
I take advantage of the moment to sit up and look around.
I’m lying on a bed draped in damask golds and burgundies
the darkest shade of blood. The floor is covered in thick, rich