**Megan’s POV**

“Where am I?” I mumbled, my voice weak, my head fuzzy, my eyes blinking open to harsh lights and a stiff bed, my body aching like I’d been hit.

The infirmary smelled of antiseptic, cold and sterile, the skyscraper’s hum faint through the walls. My hands trembled, my heart racing, my memory of Alexander carrying me through staring employees, flashing in my head, my fear spiking, my chest tight with dread.

“You’re awake, Mrs. Zeus,” a nurse said, her voice ...