Coma, Cruelty, and Caleb's Betrayal

rms and torso were covered in bandages,

ir by the window, his expr

were wrong?" he asked, not a

him, my throat

ontinued, his voice low and dangerous, "the cons

ht nod, too t

t smile on her face. "Ericka! I'm so

ed in close, her smile turned into a sneer. Her fingers, hidden f

hot through me. I cried out and

re of wounded innocence. She fell to

sobbed. "I was just

orted with rage. "You are ungrateful and

e from my arm. "No more medicine. No more nutrients.

a look so menacing she froze. He was Caleb S

one with the throbbing pain and t

, given nothing but water. The

d day, Cale

e said. "We

rsary of the faked "accident." The

ut to a cemetery. He led me to

Franklin Reid

nees," he

were weak,

id, his voice flat. "You will kneel on this grave

ilie left

c of my pants, then through my skin. I didn't feel i

e alive and well, probably enjoying a day at the spa. I repeated the word

shredded mess. Caleb returned, a look of grim s

e said, and drove away, leaving me s

idn't g

the cemetery's adm

looked up, his eyes

?" he asked, hi

ady despite the pain. "I'd

rised. "For a

raight in the e

as about to ask more questions wh

cloud. He had come back for some reas

oing?" he demanded, his