Chapter 22

Chapter 22: A Misleading Savior and Resurfacing Hatred

My eyes fluttered open to the sterile white ceiling of the university infirmary. The antiseptic smell hit my nostrils, making me wrinkle my nose in distaste. I struggled to recall how I'd ended up here, but then the memory crashed back—the storeroom, Lucian's cruel words, the burning pain in my chest.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," a deep voice said beside me.

I turned my head slowly to find Elias Sterling, Lucian's best friend, sitting in the chair next to my bed. His usual mischievous smile was replaced with something that looked oddly like concern.

"How long was I out?" I asked, my voice coming out in a rasp.

"About three hours," Elias replied, handing me a glass of water. "You scared everybody pretty bad."

I took a small sip, letting the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. "What happened?"

"Gareth found you passed out in that storeroom. Brought you straight here."