Arms crossed.
Expression unreadable.
Like a f*****g guard.
It is really starting to piss me off.
I am not a prisoner.
I am not some delicate thing that needs constant surveillance.
I swing my legs slightly under the blanket just to prove to myself that I can move, even if it makes my head spin.
A knock sounds softly on the door before it opens, and I tense instinctively, but when Carter steps inside, relief washes through me so fast it almost makes my eyes sting.
He looks hesitant, like he is half expecting to be thrown out again, but when he sees me awake, his entire face softens.
“Hey,” he says quietly, and he closes the door gently behind him.
“How did you get past Declan,” I ask, my voice still rough.
He shrugs one shoulder.
“I told him I just wanted five minutes,” he says,
