Chapter 215 - Kiema

My chest hurt. I tried to rub it, but my arms were restrained.

"Easy there, bubbles. You'll pull your stitches if you do that," a man said. His voice was soft and melodious. Like listening to angels sing.

Angels. Something about that word tickled my brain.

Angel.

Almost. Almost.

Ransom. As soon as I thought his name, his face popped into my brain.

I tried to sit up. Made it a couple inches before I was pushed back to the bed beneath me.

I opened my eyes. Ignoring the stabbing pain that slid into my eyeballs, I blinked to clear my vision.

A bright white room greeted me. The only color in it was the man who had a hand against my chest.

I looked down at his hand. Looked up at his face. Raised an eyebrow. "Get the fuck off, perv. My mates will rip you to shreds."

He huffed a laugh and removed his hand. "I doubt your mates will be doing much more than breathing for a couple more hours, but I'm glad to see that you're back, bubbles. Have a nice nap?"