Aiden – POV
She wouldn't stop thrashing.
Even sedated, her body jerked against the sheets, her head twisting side to side like she was fighting something I couldn't see—something no one could reach in and pull her from.
Her skin burned beneath my palm, fever running rampant, sweat soaking the silk pillows and clinging to the curve of her throat. The doctor had set her up in our room—the room we were meant to "play happy couple" in, to keep up appearances for lawyers and contracts and all the damn lies we were living.
Now it felt like a sick joke.
A fucking nightmare.
I sat on the edge of the bed, arms braced on my knees, watching her face contort in pain. Whatever world she was in, it wasn't this one. Her mouth moved, little murmurs falling out like bleeding memories, but none of them made sense.
