Rachel’s POVI woke up to pain, and for several seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. The ceiling about me was unfamiliar, sunlight filtered through massive floor to ceiling windows, painting the room in soft gray light. I blinked slowly, my head throbbed, then the memories from last night came, the attacks, gunshots, rain, blood, and Matthew carrying me. My heart jumped, I pushed myself upright too quickly and pain shot through my ribs, a gasp escaped me. “Miss Rachel,” a woman hurried toward me, she wore a nurse’s uniform. “Please don’t move too fast.”I stared at her, “Where am I?” The nurse hesitated, “You’re at Mr. Kane’s residence.” I froze, Matthew Kane the devil, I was in his house. I slowly looked around the room again, luxury surrounded me, the furniture, the artwork. Nothing about this place felt like a hospital. “How long was I unconscious?” I asked. “Almost a day.”I swallowed hard, a whole day gone. The nurse checked my IV before stepping back, “You lost a sign
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