She covered her eyes with her hand as tears slipped into her pillow. 'There was a time I believed only he could be worthy of such a refined scent.'
Someone was talking outside. Georgia Thorne sat up, got out of bed, and pulled aside the curtains. It was already dark.
Elliot Sheridan pushed the door open and entered.
"You're awake? Does your lower abdomen still hurt?"
Georgia Thorne turned to face him and shook her head.
'If it weren't for the special circumstances, he definitely wouldn't have let me off so easily.'
Georgia didn't ask how she'd ended up in Elliot Sheridan's private apartment. 'A man with the power to get me into Portmire U would naturally be able to keep tabs on me.'
Elliot Sheridan handed her a glass of warm brown sugar water and told her to drink it.
Under the warm lighting, her face was still devoid of color. She was in bad shape.
