Chapter 92

Scarlett's POV "Scarlett." The voice pulled me back from my restless dreams. My lashes fluttered, and when my vision cleared, the first thing I saw was Lucien sitting on the edge of the bed. I glanced at the ceiling and knew this wasn't my room at all, but rather Lucien's. It seemed that since then, I never really went back to my own room to sleep. I glanced at Lucien. His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. "Did I pass out yesterday?" I asked, noticing the rasp in my voice. Lucien took the glass of water he had prepared and handed it to me. I accepted it and drank as if I had been thirsty for so long. "What happened yesterday?" I asked him again. "You passed out right after we talked. I carried you back to our room and called the physician. He said your ribs and bones had been broken." His tone was low, sharp with unspent fury. "Damn it. I should have tortured them a little longer." I tried to push myself up, wincing when the bandages tugged around my ar