Pointe & Possession by V. M. Morgan

Author:V. M. Morgan [Morgan, V. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

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Rory

There’s something wrong.

I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but something was definitely wrong. My eyes wouldn’t work. Everything was black. My throat hurt and my tongue felt like sandpaper. I tried to swallow but choked on the dry lump in my throat.

My lids twitched and twitched until finally I managed to crack one open but immediately slammed it shut because the light in the room was brighter than the sun. I yanked my hand up to shield my eyes, but something pulled painfully against my skin and I cried out.

“Rory? Baby? Are you awake?”

I stilled. That voice was so familiar. My consciousness swam through layers and layers of blackness until finally a face floated in my mind.

Cal.

My eyes popped open again but thankfully, the lights had been dimmed. Cal’s face was right above mine, his eyes pinched and full of worry. His facial hair had grown, his normally shadowy goatee creeping towards full grown beard.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I glanced around the room and down to the hand now cradled in Cal’s. “What happened?” I asked as I recognized hospital equipment stationed by my head.

“Do you remember the dinner with Mikhail?” Cal asked, his worry doubling.

“Yeah. And then after we were sharing a dessert and I had another glass of wine. Then I don’t remember anything.” My brow furrowed as I tried to remember what had happened.

Flashes of Cal’s worried face and a strange couch and a jacket that smelled like a man, but not my man, flashed through my mind, too fast and too distorted for me to linger on them.

Cal ran a hand over my forehead, brushing tangled, greasy hair behind my ear. “You were poisoned at dinner.” He kept his voice soft but I could hear anger burning hot behind the words.

Something simmered in my gut. I wasn’t sure what emotion it was. Anger, maybe? But there was sadness too, and regret, and fear, and confusion.

“Do you know who did it? Why somebody would want me dead?”

His eyes narrowed. “We know who it was, but we don’t know why. Yet.” He wrapped both his hands around my smaller one and pressed his lips to the back of my fingers. “But I promise you, solas, I will find out.”

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