Chapter 157

ZAIN SAT NEXT TO the bed, his gaze fixed on Andrea's pale face.

Every so often, she'd scrunch up her brow or maybe wrinkle her nose, as though she were in pain. Each time it passed after a few moments, but he hated seeing her like that.

The bullet had gone clean through her shoulder, but the tissue damage was enough that the doctor's had put her under-for something. The reasons had escaped him. All that'd mattered was keeping her breathing. Stemming the blood. That'd been hours and dozens of stitches ago.

He'd been too late.

She was alive.

That's what mattered.

But she could have died.

He'd barely made it in time.

"Mm." Andrea's mouth screwed up.

That was a new one.

He sat forward, willing for some sign of wakefulness. The doctors had said she'd come around in time, when she was ready.

Her head turned this way, then that.