MasukOcean is awake. Ocean is awake and looking at me and his eyes are clear and focused and he's alive. For a second I can't move. Can't breathe. Can't do anything except stare at him. Then everything hits me at once. Five days of terror. Five days of watching him fight. Five days of thinking I might lose him. And now he's awake. A sob tears out of my throat. Loud and ugly and completely beyond my control. "Ocean." His name comes out broken. Desperate. "You're awake. You're really awake." I launch myself at him. Careful of the IV but not careful enough. I just need to touch him. Need to hold him. Need to make sure he's real. My arms wrap around him and I bury my face in his neck and I sob. "You're okay. You're okay. Oh my god, you're okay." Ocean's arms come around me weakly. He's still so weak. But he's holding me. He's actually holding me. "I'm okay," he murmurs. His voice is rough. Hoarse. But it's his voice. "I'm here. I'm okay." "I thought I lost you." The wo
I wake slowly. Everything hurts. My body feels like it's been through a war. My head is pounding. My mouth is dry. Every muscle aches. But I'm alive. That's the first coherent thought I have. I'm alive. The fever is gone. The burning has stopped. I can think clearly for the first time in... how long? I don't know. Time is a blur of fire and pain and darkness. But I'm awake now. Really awake. I try to open my eyes but the light is too bright. Even through closed eyelids, it's overwhelming. I turn my head slightly. Try again. This time I manage to crack my eyes open just a little. A bedroom. My bedroom. Dim lights. Medical equipment. An IV in my arm. I was sick. Poisoned. I remember that much. The coffee. The sudden vertigo. Collapsing. Then nothing but fever dreams and darkness and Lola's voice begging me to hold on. Lola. Where is she? I try to sit up but my body won't cooperate. Too weak. Too exhausted. I turn my head to the side and that's when I see her. Lola is asl
Five days. It's been five days since Ocean collapsed. Five days of sitting in this chair, holding his hand, watching him fight for his life. Five days of hell. I've lost track of time. Don't know if it's day or night anymore. The curtains are drawn. The lights are dim. Everything exists in this gray twilight state where nothing feels real. Except the fear. That feels real. Ocean is still unconscious. Still burning with fever. The doctor says his body is fighting. That he's strong. That he has a chance. But it's been five days. Five days and he hasn't opened his eyes. Hasn't squeezed my hand back. Hasn't said my name. I'm starting to lose hope. "Lola, you need to eat." Hannah is here again. She's been coming every few hours, trying to get me to take care of myself. "I'm not hungry." "You haven't eaten anything substantial in three days. You're going to collapse." "I don't care." "Well I care. Ocean would care." Hannah sets a plate down on the table. "Just a f
Michael Santos stands in Ocean's office, surrounded by Daniel, Lilo, and Bryan. With Ocean unconscious and fighting for his life, someone needs to run the organization. And that someone is Michael. "Status report," Michael says, his voice calm and authoritative. Daniel pulls out his tablet. "The shipment that was delayed made it through customs this morning. No issues. It's being distributed now." "Good. And the Rotterdam situation?" "We've rerouted all shipments through Dover for now. Customs there is cooperative. No more delays." "Keep it that way." Michael makes notes. "Lilo, what about our investigation into the poisoning?" Lilo shifts uncomfortably. "We've tested everything in Ocean's office. The coffee was definitely tampered with. Arsenic in high doses. Enough to kill most people." "But not Ocean," Bryan interjects. "His tolerance saved him." "Yes. Years of building immunity to various poisons. It's standard practice for people in his position." Michael looks at each
Everything is fire. That's the first thing Ocean is aware of. His entire body burning from the inside out. Every nerve ending screaming. He tries to open his eyes but the light is too bright. Too sharp. It hurts. So he retreats back into the darkness. Safer there. Quieter. But even in the darkness, the fever burns. He drifts. In and out. Consciousness slipping through his fingers like water. Sometimes he hears voices. Familiar voices. Daniel. Michael. The doctor. Sometimes he feels hands touching him. Checking his pulse. His temperature. Adjusting the IV. But mostly he hears her. Lola. Her voice is constant. A lifeline in the burning darkness. "Hold on. Please hold on." "I'm here. I'm right here." "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me." He wants to respond. Wants to tell her he's trying. That he's fighting. But he can't make his mouth form words. Can't make his body obey. So he just drifts. In his fever dreams, Ocean sees faces from his past. His wife. Long dead. S
I haven't left Ocean's bedroom in thirty-six hours. I can't. Every time I even think about leaving, even just to go to the bathroom, my chest tightens with panic. What if something happens while I'm gone? What if he needs me and I'm not here? So I stay. The chair Hannah brought me is hard and uncomfortable but I don't care. I've positioned it right next to the bed so I can hold Ocean's hand. So I can watch his chest rise and fall. So I can be here if he wakes up. When he wakes up. Not if. When. The fever is still raging. 105 degrees. Sometimes higher. The doctor keeps saying it should break. That Ocean's body is strong. That he's fighting. But it's been a day and a half and the fever hasn't broken. And I'm terrified. Ocean is pale. So pale. His skin is slick with sweat. He thrashes sometimes, caught in fever dreams, mumbling words I can't understand. Other times he's completely still, so still that I have to watch closely to make sure he's still breathing. I've never felt so
I'm making a mistake.The thought screams through my head even as I'm kissing her back, even as my hands are buried in her hair and she's making those soft desperate sounds against my mouth and every single part of me is telling me to never let go.But I have to let go. Because this is wrong.I pul
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTI can't do this anymore.Can't sit across from Ocean at dinner pretending I don't want to reach across the table and touch him. Can't make polite conversation when all I want to do is tell him how I feel. Can't keep living in this house, loving him, while he sees me as nothing
The meeting takes place in the back room of Dmitri's club. Three AM. The time when honest people are asleep and deals get made in shadows.Ethan arrives with a folder of documents. Blueprints. Schedules. Financial records. Everything stolen from his father's office over the past two weeks.Dmitri i
I'm in love with Ocean Moretti or noooo, I insanely like Ocean Moretti.The realization hits me at three in the afternoon while I'm reading in the conservatory. Just hits me out of nowhere like a physical thing. Like someone punched me in the chest.I set down my book. Stare at nothing.I'm in love







