Chapter 94

Now he watched the steady stream of rain smear Hunter’s hospital room window, thinking how the downpour would smother the smoldering embers—all that remained of the once great Beaumont House.

A nurse came in and freshened Hunter’s water pitcher, took his temperature and pulse, noted them on a chart, and hurried away, giving Michael a small smile.

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The colors and blurring came again. But this time when Hunter’s lids fluttered open, his vision rapidly adjusted, and he saw the broad back of a nurse. The nurse looked up, adjusting the flow of the IV that hung on a rack above Hunter’s bed. Hunter’s gaze moved over a bit, and he saw a man he recognized: Michael.

Their eyes met.

Michael smiled, then cut his gaze for an instant to the nurse. “I think he’s awake.”