The ceiling was white.Scott stared at it for a long moment, trying to place it.Not his ceiling.Hospital.He turned his head. The movement sent a dull throb through his skull.Emily was asleep in the chair beside his bed, her head tilted, her hair falling across her face.Then she stirred, like she sensed him. Her eyes opened.She saw him and was on her feet before he could blink.“Scott—” Her hands were on his face, his arms, checking him like she needed to confirm he was real. “Hey. Hi. You’re okay.”“I’m—” His voice came out wrong. Dry and scraped hollow. “What happened?”“It’s okay. Everything’s fine.”“Nate—” The memory came back in pieces. Struggling. A hand on his arm. Emily screaming. “Nate was—”“He’s not here. He’s not a threat.” Emily’s voice was steady but her eyes were glassy. “Scott, listen to me. Nate broke into the mansion. He injected you with a sedative. A powerful one.” She paused. “Gerry’s men shot him while he was trying to flee.”Scott processed this slowly.“
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