It was the first time I saw his eyes look so concerned. There was a deep crease in his brows, and he didn’t bother to hide the relief that flooded them when I opened my eyes.

It was that look that made loving warmth and pure guilt fill my heart.

“You’re awake,” Mordecai murmured.

“You’re here,” I murmured back. He was right by my side, sitting on my bed again. If Wendy was telling the truth, then he must have liked me more than I had been led on to ...