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“A few days,” I admitted, feeling exhausted. “It’s weird… the doctor had me convinced I was dying.” I frowned something twisting in my gut. “Where did that doctor even come from?”

Lyon’s expression darkened. “We’re going to find out.”

He brought me into his room, where floor-to-ceiling windows framed the sea. “Oliver is here somewhere,” he said, drawing back the drapes. “He’s building a house next door. I’ll see if he can mix one of his herbal remedies for you.”

Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to show your parents to their room.”

The bed was impossibly soft, the blanket warm and inviting. As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep finally, mercifully, claimed me.

When I woke,the room was dark except for a faint glow from the bathroom. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I stretched out my hand—and found Lyon beside me. My lips curled into a smile before I let sleep take me again.

The next time I woke,sunlight streamed through the windows. I felt better—weak, but no longer burning up. I wanted to get up, but no one was around to help me. I didn’t want to risk falling.

A noise caught my attention, and I turned my head.

Lyon stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

My breath caught.

He was gorgeous. Strong. Confident. Completely unaware that I was shamelessly staring.

He smirked, walking over to me. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll help you up.” He leaned down, brushing a kiss against my lips, then disappeared into the closet, still talking casually.

I barely heard him. My mind was still stuck on the way the water had glistened against his tanned skin.

“Your parents had to leave,” he said as he emerged, pulling a shirt over his head. “They got an emergency call from the winery. They didn’t want to go, but I convinced them I’d take good care of you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching me closely. “Your fever’s gone.”

I exhaled in relief.

“I also talked to the hospital administrator.” His tone hardened. “No doctor by that name works there.”

My stomach twisted. “What? That’s insane. Was he trying to kill me?”

“We’re looking into it,” Lyon said grimly. “You weren’t the only one. Three other women—young and healthy—ended up in critical condition under his care. He had them sedated, put on life support before anyone could question them.”

A chill ran through me. “Did any of them… die?”

“We don’t know. The FBI is after him now, but as soon as I took you out of that hospital, he disappeared.”

My skin crawled.

Lyon stood and grabbed a cup from the nightstand. “Oliver made this for you. You need to drink it before you try standing.”

The liquid was dark green and honestly looked awful.

I wrinkled my nose. “Whatisit?”

Lyon grinned. “No idea. Oliver swears it’ll stop the dizziness.”

I took a sip. Then another. It was surprisingly good. “Okay, I expected it to taste like dirt. But it’s actually decent.”

Lyon chuckled. “Good. Now let’s see if you can stand. How about a shower? I’ll wrap your arms so your casts don’t get wet, and I’ll set up a chair in the shower.”

I nodded, grateful for his thoughtfulness. I would love a shower.

After the shower,Lyon was waiting. He dried me off, helped me into one of his oversized T-shirts, and carried me back to bed.

But something inside me twisted.

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