FORTY FIVE

Chapter 45

Orion's POV

Two days later...

I opened my eyes and sat up in bed, stretching my taut muscles as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness of the world. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I groaned as a slight discomfort in my arm reminded me of the cast I was still wearing. My injuries were healing nicely, though the dull ache lingered, a constant reminder of the recent accident. Despite the doctor’s concerns about potential complications, I felt perfectly fine. He was a human doctor, after all—he couldn’t possibly understand the accelerated healing of our kind.

Still, I had to admit, there was something disconcerting about the way his brows had furrowed as he reviewed my X-rays. I pushed the thought aside, refusing to let it dampen my mood. After all, the pilot was out of the hospital and now in rehab, with all expenses covered by Dad. Even though the accident wasn’t our fault, the least we could do was ensure his recovery