Betsy’s POVFor a second, I didn’t answer.Not because I didn’t want to, but because the sound of my name in his voice hit somewhere deep and fragile, like a bruise I had been pretending wasn’t there. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. Just one word. Hoarse. Real.“Betsy.”I swallowed. My throat burned.“Drake,” I finally said.His eyes stayed on me like if he looked away, I might vanish. Slowly, carefully, he shifted, then immediately winced, teeth grinding together like he was trying not to show it.Nick was at his side in half a second.“Don’t,” Nick warned. “You are still stitched, still medicated and still very bad at listening.”Drake ignored him. Typical. His gaze never left my face.“You are here,” he said, quieter now, like saying it too loud might break something.I nodded once. “Yeah.”Another pause. Then, softer, almost disbelieving, “You came.”Matteo’s presence behind me felt heavier suddenly, like the air had thickened. I did not turn around. I refused to.Nick cleared
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