Chapter Fourty seven

Chapter 47

Maya.

Maya was only vaguely aware of the things going on around her. After that first pass into oblivion, she registered being carried into a car. She heard

Alex’s worried voice as he murmured to her, but she closed herself off from him, folding inward.

When she next awoke, she knew she was in a bed. As she looked around the room, recognition sparked, and with it, a surge of fresh agony, hot and raw, seared through her body and robbed her of breath.

He wouldn’t do this. Surely even he could not be so cruel as to bring her back to the place they’d shared and the place he’d brutally shoved her from.

She reached for the tears, expecting them to come, but curiously all she felt was an odd detachment, a void of nothingness coupled with the need to get out of this place.

When she sat up, her gaze flickered to a chair by the window occupied by Alex’s sleeping form. He was slouched against the arm, his clothing

rumpled and the stubble of over a day’s beard shadowing his jaw.

She wa