Beep. Beep. Beep.A heart monitor. Too steady.I open my eyes to a white ceiling. Blinding light cuts through my vision. This isn't where I died.Because I did die. I remember the bullet, Cole's voice breaking into static, and the floor rushing up to meet me. I remember the taste of blood, thick and metallic, filling my mouth.Dead. I was supposed to be dead. So why can I feel my fingers moving?I try to sit up. Agony pins me down. A dull, heavy ache spreads through my ribs. Not a gunshot. Bruised ribs. Weak muscles. A body that has never known the kind of training mine had.This isn't my body.I lift my hands. Wrong. No scar tissue. No calluses. Just smooth skin, perfectly manicured nails, and tiny wrists. A hospital band digs into my skin.Vivian Montgomery.Who is Vivian?The door clicks open, snapping me out of it. A nurse walks in and freezes. "You're awake," she breathes, looking at me like she's seen a ghost.I stay silent. Old instinct: never talk until you know your surroundi
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