Chapter 73

Author POV

Aston stirred slowly, his eyelids fluttering as consciousness crept back into his body. The beeping of machines filled the quiet hospital room, steady and persistent. His fingers twitched first, then his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were fighting his way out of a deep, heavy sleep.

“Sloane,” a nurse called softly, noticing the change on the monitor. “He’s waking up.”

Sloane, who had been sitting stiffly beside the bed, jumped to her feet immediately. ...