The black mole on his secondary gland was still visible. It faded a little, but it was still there.
Not cured, then. But... improved.
His light brain chirped with an incoming call.
Grayson didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was. Only one person had the authority to bypass his "do not disturb" settings. She had never been good at respecting people's boundaries.
"Mother." He accepted the call, bracing himself.
"Grayson Maxwell, you absolute—" Gloria Maxwell's holographic projection materialized above his light brain. Her elegant features twisted with a combination of relief and fury that only a mother could express. "Four days. Four days I've been waiting for you to call, and you don't even have the decency to call me first?"
"I just woke approximately fifteen minutes ago."
