Injected

♡Astrid♡ “What are you doing here?” I asked, and he smirked. “Oh, look who’s in a hospital bed now,” he said with a grin. I blinked at him. Wait… “Did you have something to do with my accident?” My voice tightened. He pursed his lips, dragging out the chair and sitting down next to my bedside. My eyes darted to the door again. Seriously, Adrian? “Well, you figured that out pretty fast,” he said with a slow tilt of his head. “Don’t get too comfortable,” I said, trying to sound calm. “My man will be through that door any second—and it won’t be pretty.” He laughed and leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. It rubbed me the wrong way. He was too… carefree. Too relaxed. “That’s if he returns in one piece,” he said flatly. My brows drew together. Something in his tone made me perk up. “What did you do to him?” I asked through gritted teeth. He shrugged. “Nothing much. Just had some men ram into his car. He’s probably dead by now.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. He was joking, right?