Chapter 74: The Rebirth of Annabeth Saint
I blinked as the room swam into focus. I swayed as my legs threatened to buckle, but I managed to stay upright.
"Wh-where am I?"
"Are you all right, Miss Saint?"
Familiar voice. Deep. Filled with concern. Real worry, not the fake kind offered by worthless friends and scheming family members.
I felt my legs give way, but before I crashed to the floor, I felt strong arms sweep me into a strong embrace. I looked up and saw the gorgeous face of my savior, Devon Thorne. Anyone else who looked at him probably saw the cold businessman. The heartless corporate overlord.
I lifted my hand to his face and cupped his cheek. "I’m reborn," I whispered. "And I know what you did."
His grip faltered—just for a second—but it was enough. The world spun again, darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision. The last thing I saw was the flicker of desperation in his eyes.
The world tilted, a dizzying swirl of colors and shadows, before everything sharpened into focus—though not quite steady. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing behind my temples, but the warmth surrounding me was solid. Real.
Strong arms.
I blinked up at him—Devon Thorne, the man who had been mine since childhood. And I hadn’t known it. If Sean and Giselle had killed me, killed us, I might’ve never known.
Devon’s jaw was clenched tight, those dark eyes filled with worry. Someone actually worried about me.