“Lock him in his office. If he touches a phone, break his fingers.”
Three days passed. The ICU became an odd mix of military base and hospital. Rachel slept on a cot in Elias’s room, checking his vitals every hour. By day three, he was awake and weak, but the steel was back in his gray eyes.
“You have a heavy hand with those needles, Bennett,” he rasped.continue reading …
