Anna woke with a start, her head resting awkwardly against the edge of the bed. The events of the night before hit her all at once, a storm of emotions flooding her chest. Her phone was still clutched in her hand, the screen dim but displaying Emily’s last message:
"She’s stable, but she needs rest."
Relief lingered, but it was overshadowed by the simmering anger she felt toward Jaden. His coldness, his refusal to let her go to the hospital, his audacity to claim it was for her protection—it was all too much.
The door creaked open, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned her head sharply, expecting one of the guards, but it was Jaden. He stepped inside, his presence commanding as always, though his expression was unreadable.
He paused, his eyes sweeping over her disheveled appearance. “You didn’t sleep in the bed,” he noted, his voice clipped.
Anna glared at him, sitting up straighter. “I didn’t think I deserved the luxury after being treated like a prisoner.”