Chapter 17

Tyler spent another two weeks confined to a hospital in Ruisse. Lying still for so long had caused the wounds on his back to become infected. The fever that followed nearly killed him. He went through three days of relentless heat, slipping in and out of consciousness. Alex stood nearby, anxiety carved deep into his expression. "Mr. Greyson, we don't have any reliable contacts here. No specialists are willing to step in. Once you're a bit stronger, I really think we should go home." Tyler lay there, pale and twisted from pain, barely recognizable as the powerful man he once was. He stared blankly at the ceiling, gathering what little strength he had left. "I'm not going anywhere," he rasped. "Hols is still here. I'm not leaving without her." Alex could only sigh. There was no reasoning with Tyler. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Holly stepped inside, expressionless. Tyler's eyes lit up the second he saw her. He twitched his fingers and nodded toward Alex, signalling Alex to hel