All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Fawn’s POV“Yes, you know.” I wiggled my fingers vaguely. “Reanimated-wife house rules. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t run with scissors. Don’t tell anyone I think I was murdered.”His eyes cut to me at that last part. Sharp. “We agreed you weren’t going to say that again, and I doubt you could run right now.”“In public or to a shrink,” I corrected. “We didn’t sign anything about the car. This is a free speech zone.”He leaned back against the seat, studying me fully now. “You don’t talk to the press,” he said. “At all. Not until we decide what the line is.”“We?” I echoed, clutching a hand to my chest. “Look at us, co-parenting my narrative. I feel so special.”“You don’t run off,” he continued, ignoring me. “You use the security team. You let the nurse do her job. Stairs only with assistance for now. No alcohol. No driving.”I snorted. “Fine, fine, fine. No running, no booze, no taking your cars for joyrides. Anything fun left? I feel like a teenager who’s been grounded, and you ar

Fawn’s POVI didn’t call her the next time I went to the bathroom.Not because I was trying to be an idiot. Because I needed to know how far I could push this body without someone hovering. I needed to be ready for my revenge, not have someone putting the brakes on and slowing me down.Stupid? Yes. Necessary? Also, yes.Later, I waited until I was sure she’d settled in for the night—the quiet click of a door down the hall, the faint murmur of a TV. Then I braced a hand on the mattress and stood. What sort of nurse was she? She hadn’t even checked on her patient before going to bed.Ana had brought my meal to me on a tray earlier. So I wasn’t expected to join Blake for dinner? Was Nurse Lena having dinner with Blake had been my thought at the time. Yes, I was jealous. He was my husband… well, sort of. At least.My legs shook less this time. I’d been fine at the hospital, but since being home I had avoided the bed as much as possible. Walking circles around the room and resting only whe

Blake’s POVI should have walked away the second she saluted me from the bed.Instead, I stood in the hallway like an idiot, staring at the crack of light under her door, listening for… I don’t even know what. A thud. A fall. Her calling out. Something that meant I’d been right and she’d pushed too far.Nothing.Just the faint, uneven rhythm of her breathing when I inched the door open again. Cassie was out cold. Finally.Good.I pulled it almost shut and forced myself away from her door and down the hall.Lena’s door was half open, light from the TV flickering across the wall. I knocked once and stepped in before she could answer.She sat up straighter. “Mr Huntington?” She was wearing a silk nightie, not the sort of outfit fit for a nurse that might have to take care of her patient during the night. It was nightwear for seduction. If she made one move on him, she would be out the door so fast she would get skid marks on her bare ass.“You didn’t check on her before you went to bed,”

Fawn’s POV“Yes. I want someone in this apartment whose first priority is whether I stop breathing,” I said. “Not whether your shirt’s buttoned. If it is, then yeah, maybe you should find someone who doesn’t look at you like you’re dessert and I’m chopped liver.”Silence stretched for a beat.His gaze dropped, just for a second, to my mouth. The same mouth he’d been devouring a minute ago. Heat prickled under my skin again—stupidly, traitorously.He dragged his eyes back up. “I’ll speak to her,” he said at last. “For now, she stays the night. I’m not leaving you without a nurse. Tomorrow, we reassess.”It wasn’t everything I wanted, but it was something.“Fine,” I said. “But if she tries to take my pulse without a stethoscope, I’m throwing something.”“That’s not how you take a pulse,” he muttered.“You know what I mean.”One corner of his mouth twitched like it wanted to be a smile and thought better of it.“You should sleep,” he said. “For real this time.”I arched a brow. “You’re s

Blake’s POVBy the time the sun came up, I’d maybe slept an hour.Every time I shut my eyes, I saw one of two things: Cassie’s face as she came out of the coma… or Cassie’s face last night under me, mouth open in pleasure, hands in my hair.Not helpful.I gave up around five, went for a run, then showered and shaved. I was now sitting at my kitchen island, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, pretending I cared about profit projections more than the fact my dick had apparently forgotten why we hated my wife.Ana moved quietly around the kitchen, cooking my breakfast.My phone sat screen-down beside the tablet. I didn’t have to pick it up to know what was on it: three missed calls from Melissa. Two texts.Melissa: We need to talk. Are you okay?I hadn’t answered. Only sent her a text to tell her I would be at the office today.I couldn’t even work out where the hell to start with that conversation: Hey, remember how my wife was a vegetable? She’s not anymore and I nearly fucked her