Chapter 5

By the time Claire came to, three days had already slipped by.

Her wounds weren't deep, but they covered every inch of her body—countless little holes, like she'd been chewed up by some vicious bugs, each one seeping blood and making her look absolutely ghastly.

Henry was sprawled out in a leather chair, reading. At the faint stir on the bed, he put his book aside, his voice frosty and indifferent.

"You're awake. Go apologize to Penny," he ordered, his tone sharp and merciless.

Claire froze for a second, then let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Is she even worth…