Chapter 83 The Lies Told And The Kisses Kept
- Michael was leaning back against the pillows, his eyes closed. Even in a hospital gown, with medicine dripping into his veins, he carried an aura of noble arrogance.
- "Michael?" she whispered, her anger at his earlier 'nap' trick completely forgotten in the face of his uncharacteristic fragility.
- The man on the bed opened one eye, a faint, victorious smirk touching his lips. "You came."