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Chapter Fourteen

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This time when I wake up the room is in a soft glow from the lamp at the small desk. Milos is at the desk. He’s looking at his phone, I blink and his eyes meet mine.

He changed. Ever in black, a long-sleeve black T-shirt and black jeans cling to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better than when I woke up the last time,” I admit.

“Good. I heard you fell.” An eyebrow is up. It’s clear he’s not pleased.

I shrug as I try to sit up. “Nothing was hurt but my pride.”

“I should not have left you on your own so soon.”

“You could hardly stay by my side the entire time I’m here,” I mumble, only to watch him stiffen. He has been, I can hardly believe it. Since he picked me up off the dirt road, he’s been at my side.

Shaking my head in confusion, “I thought…you said Keith…”

“As much as I wanted to be the one to make him regret ever touching you, it was not me that tortured him. I left it to Peter. You worried me with your inability to wake when the doctor said you should. However, if I had not left to
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