Chapter 122 Eleven: Piccola

• "I promise you this isn't what you think." The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Blake. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. "Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—" My eyes fly open because that is Blake and he's whispering.
• My eyes lock with his, and I see he has his phone pressed to his ear. Whatever he was about to say, he stops and stares at me.
• "Let me call you back," he says before hanging up. "How are you feeling?" He rushes over to the bed. A bed that is clearly not mine. The night before starts to come flooding back to me, and I realize he'd been there. He came out of nowhere when I needed him most.