And she was floating away.
Voices broke through her subconscious. She couldn’t figure out who it was or what was happening. All she could do was giggle.
“How is she?”
“How would you be?”
“That bad?”
“Worse. She saw the news.”
“So soon?”
“Unfortunately.”
A hand touched her forehead and brushed her hair off her face. She didn’t know where the hand had come from or why it was touching her. She didn’t know if she should even care.
“We’ll have to take it easy with her.”
“I don’t think anything we do is going to help.”
A sigh.“I told Beckham to be gentle with her heart.”
“As if he listens to anyone.”
“As if he’s ever gentle.”
No, Beckham wasn’t gentle. Definitely not with her heart.
…
Reyna awoke with a start. Her hand flew to her chest, which was heaving up and down. Her eyes flew around the room, taking in the bed and the closet and the pictures.
Elle.
She was at Elle. She wasn’t back at Visage. She wasn’t with Harrington. She wasn’t being turned into B. She’d had a nightmare. That was all. Just a nightmare.
Tension released from her shoulders. A headache was blossoming pretty spectacularly in her temples, though. The venom always left her with a headache. She’d forgotten all about it. Someone must have gotten her back to her rooms after she was dosed.
Her hand moved to the nightstand. She flicked on the lamp, ready to get out of bed and try to find something to curb the pounding in her head—but then she felt it. A prickling at the back of her neck. As if she wasn’t completely alone.
She pressed herself against the headboard as fear crawled through her. A figure sat in a darkened corner. All she could see were long fingers steepled in front of the person’s face and shiny black shoes. Her eyes drifted over the mysterious figure as fear turned to awareness.
“Hello, Little One,” Beckham finally said.
Chapter Twelve
“Beckham?” Reyna whispered into the stillness.
He stood from the chair, dusted off his black suit jacket, and buttoned the front button. She swallowed at his immense size. Tall and broad and foreboding. His very presence screamed run. Run far away.
His face was a mask carved out of granite. He revealed nothing of his thoughts. Nothing about why he was here or what he was doing or where he had been. He simply stood there in all his terrifying beauty and waited.
“What are you doing here?” Reyna hastily got out of the bed. She didn’t like being on unequal footing with him. It didn’t help that she was only wearing a T-shirt and one of the lacy undergarments left in her drawers. His gaze dropped to her bare legs, and she saw desire flicker in his irises. She grabbed sweats off the floor and tugged them on.
“Would you prefer I hadn’t come?” His tone was dark and laced with aggression.
“I didn’t say that.”
