Chapter 63
Octavia
I look at him and narrow my eyes.
His face is set in a scowl, his jaw tight, his eyes dark.
“You have to go,” I say again.
His mouth twists. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll send Adriano,” he adds. “There’s no way I’m leaving your side.”
I sigh and rub my temple, careful of the dull ache still throbbing there. “Milo, I’m in a hospital. A very expensive, very secure hospital. It’s full of nurses, doctors, patients. Put men outside the building. Put them at my door if it makes you feel better.”
“They already are,” he mutters.
I lift a brow. “Then what exactly is the problem?”
He exhales through his nose. “The problem is that I have a bad feeling.”
I soften instantly. “Nothing will happen to me.”
He doesn’t answer, but I catch the hunted look on his face.
It has been a few days since I woke up, and at first I was sluggish, drifting in and out of sleep, dulled by the medication more than anything else.
Milo has not left my side since the accident, and I know it without having to ask.
I was shocked to see only him in the room when I finally came around, but then I realised he had not told anyone. Well, except my father, and I was glad of that.
I chose to keep it that way. There is no need to worry mamma or Ophelia, especially not when she is living her life in France, far from the drama.
She deserves peace, not my mess.
I tilt my head. “Come on. I really want McDonald’s.”
His eyes flick to me. “Adriano can go.”
“He’s not even in London,” I groan.
He huffs. “I’m not leaving your side.”
“I want a McFlurry.”
“No.”
“With M&M’s.”
He snorts. “There isn’t a McFlurry with M&M’s.”
“I don’t care,” I say sweetly. “You’ll get a plain one and dump M&M’s into it.”
For the first time, the corner of his mouth twitches.
“This hospital food is disgusting,” I add. “And I’ve been awake for, what, three days? I’m ready to throw up the next bowl of soup they bring me.”
He studies me for a long moment.
