Miss Him

Yes, maybe he would send one of his guards to come and pick her home.

Thinking back to how she had clung to him for warmth despite his warnings, Gina doesn’t want to face the devil any time soon. Anxiety rose in her chest at the thought of what he might do to her and her hand flew to her chest as her heartbeat erratically.

She had really poked the devil this time. What has gotten into her? Was it true that when a person finds themselves in a desperate situation, they would let go of any kind of fear and embrace anything that could save their life? Had she dug another grave for herself? What would he do this time?

A soft gasp escaped her lips and with a pounding heart full of apprehension, her gaze flew to the door which had suddenly opened.

“You’re awake.”

A female nurse walked inside. With a tray in hand, and Gina patted her chest with a huge sigh of relief.

She carefully sat up on the bed and allowed the sheets to rest on her hips.