Saint had been unconscious for three days and every hour he remained in that bed made the clubhouse feel like it was holding its breath.
I sat beside him when he finally opened his eyes, because I had barely left the medical room since Roman told me he was awake.
His eyelids moved slowly before opening and his eyes immediately searched the ceiling.
For several seconds, he looked confused and then his gaze found me.
"Where am I?" He asked.
His voice was rough and I reached for the cup of water sitting beside the bed.
"You're safe." I said and Saint stared at me.
"I don't think safe exists anymore." He said.
I handed him the water and he drank carefully before grimacing.
"How long?" He asked.
"Three days." I said.
His expression barely changed, although something dark moved behind
