Page 115 of Wicked Savage

CHAPTER29

DINARA

My eyes flutter open,but they feel heavy, like I’ve been asleep for far too long.

Everything’s blurry at first, the harsh white light above me too bright, making my head pulse. My body aches in places I can’t quite name, a deep, throbbing pain in my limbs and chest. I try to move, but my muscles won’t obey, as if they’ve forgotten what it’s like to work.

Panic rises in my chest.

Where am I? What happened?

I blink a few more times, focusing on the sterile walls around me, the beeping sound of a machine beside me, and the faint smell of antiseptic.

Slowly, it comes back to me. The accident.

My heart skips a beat, and I try to sit up, but the effort sends a wave of dizziness crashing over me.

I’m in a hospital.

What happened?

How did I get here?

Boris and Artem… They must’ve brought me.

Letting out a groan, I attempt to sit up.

“Don’t do that, dorogaya.” Konstantin’s voice gets closer. “You scared us.”

He looks visibly worried. I’ve never seen him this way: bags under his eyes, as though he hasn’t slept in days.

“What happened?” My throat’s dry and the words sound hoarse.

“Boris called me. Said someone hit you, but they got away.” His entire face visibly shudders with rage. “Did you see anything?”

I shake my head, lying back down. “I just remember the car spinning and me screaming.”

“Blyat. I’m gonna find who did this, and he or she will pay.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Three days.”

“What?” My heart races. “Why? How hurt am I?”

He pulls up a chair beside me, and anxiety sets in, gnawing in my gut.

“You had an internal injury and a concussion, but they fixed you.” He holds my hand. “They put you to sleep to help with the brain swelling. You got knocked around a lot before the car stopped.”

“But they say I’m okay now? Can I go home? I don’t want to be here.”

Hospitals remind me of death. It’s where my grandpa died, where one of my cousins died. I hate it here.

“Soon. But not now. You need to rest. Then we talk, okay?” He starts to rise.

“Talk about what?”

“Cillian.” He drags in a long breath. “You’re done with him.”

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