My chest hurt. I tried to rub it, but my arms were restrained.
"Easy there, bubbles. You'll pull your stitches if you do that," a man said. His voice was soft and melodious. Like listening to angels sing.
Angels. Something about that word tickled my brain.
Angel.
Almost. Almost.
Ransom. As soon as I thought his name, his face popped into my brain.
I tried to sit up. Made it a couple inches before I was pushed back to the bed beneath me.
I opened my eyes. Ignoring the stabbing pain that slid into my eyeballs, I blinked to clear my vision.
A bright white room greeted me. The only color in it was the man who had a hand against my chest.
I looked down at his hand. Looked up at his face. Raised an eyebrow. "Get the f**k off, perv. My mates will rip you to shreds."
He huffed a l
