Eliana’s eyes narrowed at his words, her patience wearing thin. ‘A pair?’

Her mind raced with retorts, but exhaustion got the better of her. She pulled the blanket higher and muttered under her breath, "Watch my IV drip for me. Call the doctor when it's empty. I'm going to sleep."

Besides, her face would eventually heal. And once that happened, she'd find a way to remove the scar. Modern cosmetic surgery was quite advanced.

But his ...