Chapter 21

Vincent’s eyes opened slowly at the sound of our approach. He looked a little stoned, but otherwise, healthier than he had in the last few days. His complexion had color again, instead of sallow and pale as it had been. He gave me just a hint of a smile, and lifted his hand. I took it fast, relief making tears gather in my eyes even as it made me giddy.

“I’m fine,” he murmured. There wasn’t his usual heft and confidence in his tone, but his gaze never wavered from my face so I knew he was telling the truth. Not that he was ever anything but direct. “It was only a little myocardial infarction.”

I sputtered out a wet laugh and sat on the edge of his bed. “That’s not funny.”

His fingers curled into mine, squeezing albeit not very tightly. “Made you laugh, though. Can you grab that cup?”