88 Recovery

Becca.

The next day, I felt a presence in the room and I opened an eye to peer around.

Seeing the tall silent figure watching me softly from the other side brought me fully awake. And not surprising, I could feel the usual excitement and energy swirling around the room.

“Hello Becca! Feeling much better now?” He asked smoothly before moving closer to peer down at me on the bed.

“Yes, I feel much better. Thank you for your medication.” I murmured softly, unwilling or should I say tired from fighting this man always.

Not that it seemed to be working. As a matter of fact he seemed to be more determined every time I tried to put a barrier between us by being antagonistic.

“Hmm. So sweet!” He murmured.

“What is so sweet?” I asked with confusion.

“You! Where is my fighting witch? What did you do to her?” He questioned with a pointedly raised eyebrow and I felt like slugging him.

About to send him off with one cutting word, I saw the expectation in his eyes, as if he knew what I was thinking