Miles said I'd been out three days. He hadn't left, so Ashton must've come too. He'd promised he was on his way.

"Here, drink," Miles said, holding water to my lips.

I sipped, throat raw as I asked, "Where's Ashton?"

Miles's face tightened slightly. "Drink first."

Something clicked, making my throat hurt worse. "He didn't come, did he?"

Miles sighed, sitting on the bed edge. "He came."

"So where is he?" If I was ...