Chapter 299

Chapter 299

Elsa

I sighed, resigning myself to at least a few more hours of captivity in this antiseptic-scented purgatory. As the nurse adjusted my IV, tugging at the tape securing the needle to my skin, I thought about the years I’d spent as Drake’s assistant, how I’d never allowed myself to be sick.

Taking a day off meant leaving him without support, and I’d prided myself on being indispensable, the perfect fucking omega assistant. Now, I realized how pathetic that devotion had been, how completely I’d erased myself for a man who saw me as nothing more than a convenient body.

The nurse had just left when there was a knock at the door. For one ridiculous, humiliating moment, my heart leapt, thinking it might be Drake returning. Instead, Bruce’s broad shoulders filled the doorframe, his expression somewhere between concern and triuraph, like a cat who’d found an injured bird.

“Well, well,” he said, strolling in with an oversized bag that smelled like bacon and coffee. “You look like absolute shit, sunshine.”

I groaned, pulling the blanket higher as if it could shield me from his scrutiny. “How the fuck did you know I was here?” My voice came out raspier than intended, undermining the force of my question.