Chapter 41

I woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my lungs.

A hospital.

Again.

I groaned, my body protesting as I shifted slightly. My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache radiating from my forehead. I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against a bandage. Great.

"You're awake."

Cole's voice.

I turned my head, blinking against the bright fluorescent lights. He sat in a chair beside my bed, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

"You scared the hell out of me, Astrid. I knew I should have driven you myself."

His words were calm, but there was tension beneath them, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his fingers tapped against his arm.

I swallowed, my throat dry. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours."

"Hours?" I winced. "Damn."