Knox had come back into the room. I had managed to work myself completely under the bed. My whole left side throbbed in pain. My fingers and toes were starting to lose feeling, which told me I was hyperventilating. Any movement at all sent black spots across my vision. I pried my eyes open to thin slits right as a small light came on by the door. A small light, probably from a flashlight, lit the room as Knox’s feet approached the bed. He laid his phone on the floor with the camera light pointing up to illuminate the room. He easily pushed the bed aside giving me my first good look at him. Dark thick hair crowned his head in what looked like a faux hawk. A perpetual five o’clock shadow graced his chiseled cheekbones to his strong chin. Eyes that caught and held the light stared back at me. I was mesmerized by him. “Can you see me princess?” His voice a perfect match to his ruggedly handsome face. Knox wasted no time as he lowered himself down, scooping me up in his arms. I ignored his question, finding solace in his arms; a sanctuary in the most unlikely of places.
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