Sanaya’s P.O.V
“I’m right here…”
“Lance?” I asked groggily as the fog slowly cleared from my mind.
Everything that had happened flashed before my eyes as the fog cleared and I pressed my fingers to my temples to stop the sudden throbbing, only to notice wires hooked to my arm.
Keith.
He was back.
I remember seeing him at the charity dinner…and then…
“Did I faint?” I asked hoarsely.
“No. You had a stress attack.” Lancelin told me, squeezing my arm lightly.
His hand was warm, comforting. I didn’t feel as stressed when he was around. It felt like I could take on the world. Slowly, I tightened my fingers around his a fraction, a bit hesitant at first, but when Lance put another hand on top of mine, I released the breath I had been holding.
“You’re not going to ask me anything?” I asked Lance after a long moment of silence.