Nadia
The next time I woke up, I was alone.
I was still tucked into the decadent fabrics of my bed in Vincent’s villa. But Vincent himself was no longer sitting at my bedside.
I tried not to feel disappointed. If my memory was right, he’d been at my bedside for god knows how many hours, tending to me. And I’d had that dream of him…
I squirmed away from the thought. If my memory was right. I’d had so many strange dreams. Not to mention that the pain and weakness I’d felt were making my memory fuzzy.
Seeing stiff, close-lipped Vincent sitting worriedly at my bedside and soothing me in gentle, caring tones might just have been another dream. It certainly didn’t seem anything like the Vincent I knew.
No harm in asking, I thought, deciding impulsively that I’d try to go find him to
