Samantha's P. O. V

“Sister Melissa, what brings you here?” Ashford asked, flashing an awkward smile.

“Isn't it obvious?" Melissa scoffed, "I'm here to check on my patient, not to chit-chat with you."

I blinked slowly. “Patient?”

Melissa turned to me, a delicate smile on her lips. “Do you see any other injured person lying around here?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I mean, how could someone who looked like she was about to spit fire on my face just a few days ago be the same person who saved my life?

Melissa gestured to the door. “You may leave now."

Ashford folded his...