"I don't understand," I sobbed, the tears spilling over before I could stop them. The drug was still in my system, making my emotions feel like they were leaking out of a broken faucet. "I don't understand how I could sleep that long. I feel... I feel like I lost my life."
"Shhh, baby, it’s okay," Jason murmured, pulling me into a stifling embrace. He held me against his chest, the scent of his expensive cologne—sandalwood and cold ambition—making my stomach turn. He held me with a terrifying tenderness, his hand stroking my back, his rings catching in my tangled hair. "It’s alright. You didn't miss anything important. I've been right here. Everything is under control."
Everything is under his control, I corrected internally. The panic was a living thing now, clawing at my throat. I had
