Kian 

I gasped awake, heart beating rapidly in my chest as a dull ache throbbed behind my head. My stomach growled from the hollow ache of hunger. I’d never felt this weak and out of place. 

Sitting upright, I flitted my gaze around and a wave of relief crashed through me as a faint smile slipped on my face. 

“Are you okay, Mr. Kian?” Stacey’s voice reached me as my eyes found her. She stood up from the couch, setting the steaming mug of coffee or whatever was in there down. 

I pushed back the hair flopping my forehead, my smile widening despite the worried look on her face. “I...