Chapter 66

“How long was I out?”

“Almost twenty-four hours. Although Femme repaired your injuries to the best of her abilities, they were beyond her area of expertise. Max had to operate on your leg.”

“Max? Max Futé?”

“Yes. He stitched up your arm as well. Trevor Wallace—he’s here too, by the way—”

“What? Who—how—” Mark groaned.

“Are you in pain, Mark? Do you want something?”

“No.” He looked annoyed. “I’m not in pain and I don’t want anything. Why is he here?”

“He was concerned.”

“How did he know there was anything to be concerned about?”

“I called him.”

He scowled at me. “How? You don’t have his number.”

“No, but you do, and I used your phone.” I ignored his growl. “I felt he needed to know what was going on.” I didn’t want Mark aware I’d been frantic to find a doctor for him. “Frankly, I didn’t expect him to put in an appearance.”