Mara's POV

Her eyes moved around the room, taking in the IV stand, the doctor’s bag still on the side table, the half-covered food tray. Everything. Only after she had seen it all did her gaze finally settle on me.

“Well,” she said lightly, tilting her head. “You gave everyone quite a scare.”

Her tone wasn’t warm. It wasn’t cold either. It was measured, like someone commenting on the weather.

I said nothing.

She walked closer then, stopping a few steps from the bed. Not close enough to touch, not far enough to seem distant. Her eyes flicked briefly to my bandaged wrist before she looked away.

“I’m glad you’re...