Chapter 82

[Cordelia]

When I open my eyes I am lying down on a couch in an empty office lounge. The room has no windows so with the blinds drawn and the lights off it is dark and cool.

While I was conscious, placed me in a nice bed of pillows while covering me with a warm blanket, most likely for the occasional employee who has to stay late. Holding it to my nose, I realize it smells like him. Closing my eyes again, I breathe in the clean woodsy smell of Atlas' soap.

"Here, drink this," the room is dark so I can't see the gentle hands that hold me and help me drink a large glass of orange juice but I can see the bright white bandage that some used to carefully wrap my arm. "The glass hit a large vein, which is why you were bleeding so badly," she explains, sounding almost like a professional nurse, or someone who spends a lot of time around them. "You are lucky you aren't anemic. Pregnancy can do that to you sometimes."

I startle, finally recognizing her voice. "Angelica," I struggle to sit up