Annabelle Linton froze at his words.
Then, she acted as if nothing had happened.
'Right. I know you like Vivian Yates.'
She tucked a pillow into his arms and slowly backed out of the room.
Her hand on the doorknob paused, and she glanced back at him.
Leona Grant clutched the pillow, still murmuring, "Annabelle Linton, you're my..."
A sarcastic look crossed Annabelle Linton's face. The light cast a shadow across her features, making them appear even more defined.
Her lips curved into a cold smirk as she shut the door, her face devoid of expression.
...
It was already three in the afternoon the next day when Leona Grant woke up.
The long sleep had done him a world of good, but the hangover was brutal. His head was killing him.
He stared at the white ceiling above, his gaze unfocused and dazed.
'Where am I?'
"Leona, you're awake?" Xylas Shepherd's voice sounded from beside him.
Leona Grant frowned and sat up, only then realizing he was in a hospital.
