Chapter 111. Submerged

Scott

A sharp pain in my rib area awakened me. Eliana was tossing, crying out “no” and somehow throwing her legs in her dreams.

“Please…” her voice was whisper-soft. “Scott…”

“I’m here, sweet.” I barely recognized my own voice. It was hoarse, weak—an inaudible whisper.

I tried to touch her face only for a sharp pull to stop me, followed by a pain that pricked my skin. Confused, I stared down at my hand. There was a needle lodged beneath my skin, taped securely in place, a clear line snaking up to the empty IV bag. I immediately pulled the damn thing off my hand.

Cupping her face in my hand, I noticed tears streaming down the sides of her eyes. “Eliana,” I called, gently shaking her awake.

Her tossing stopped, her brows furrowed, and slowly, she opened her eyes. I wondered what her dream was about. Was she reliving the attack from Adkins? That bastard. If only I had just killed him—then I wouldn’t have been able to lie beside her. Still, I w