ELIZABETH HERALD
The sedative Dr. Inford had given me made my limbs heavy, my thoughts slow and thick as poured syrup. I blinked up at the ceiling, tracing the intricate patterns of the tiles as if they were maze puzzles I needed to figure out.
Blake's voice cut through the mind fog. "Elizabeth."
I turned my head—too fast—and the room tilted. "Mmm?"
He stood by the bed, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. His jaw was set, his mouth a hard line. "You need to eat."
"Why do you have a grumpy face?"
"It's not my grumpy face. It's my worried face."
"Why are you worried?"
"Because you had an allergic reaction in my bedroom and fainted. Also, you're naked under that towel." He lifted a pizza box. "You need to eat."
I squinted at the big square box in his hands. "Is that…?"
