Chapter Forty-Three

“Thank you.” I smile weakly at the nurse who brings me my tray of food around dinner time.

Today is my last day here.

I’ve been cleared for discharge, and am leaving tomorrow morning, bright and early.

Which means I either have to come up with a miracle way to escape with both my kids and Killian intact, or I have to stay here with Sebastain. Because let’s be real, leaving one of my children behind was never an option.

I haven’t seen Killian the entire six days I’d been here, but I was told he was alive and functioning, just under lock and key.

Sebastian had been hovering around me a lot. Constantly asking how I was feeling, if I was still in pain, if I needed anything. If he wasn’t the entire reason I was laying in this hospital bed in the first place, it might be kind of sweet.

But he was, so it was just unsettling.

It was hard to tell how he really felt, especially now that I knew he’d been playing me the entire time I thought I was playing him. It was hard for me to accept