JACE’S POV
Sharp pain split my skull as light pricked through my eyelids.
I groaned. “Sophia.”
She was the last face before the darkness swallowed me, and the first breath in my lungs when I clawed my way back.
I tried to push myself upright but pain tore through my ribs and lungs, sharp enough to steal my breath.
A shrill beep erupted beside my head and shapes in white coats blurred in, their voices clipped and urgent.
“He woke up earlier than we expected. Call his family,” the woman at my bedside said.
“Sophia?” My voice cracked.
“You need to relax, Mr Thorne. Your body is weak. We had to flush your system,” the woman said.
Darkness closed over me again.
* * *
When I surfaced the next time the world was quieter. My limbs felt less like lead, but every heartbeat thundered in
