Freda’s POV

I blinked my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light piercing through the window. I was feeling groggy and disoriented as I slowly opened my eyes.

“Sleepyhead” I heard someone say from beside me, as my vision cleared, I saw Hardin sitting beside my bed, his face filled with concern. Anger and pain surged through me as I realized that the same person who had put me in this condition was now taking care of me and acting with all concern.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging within me. How could he do...