~Grace~
When I crack my eyes open, two red orbs are burning into my face. I scramble backward, but they are gone in a blink.
My head throbs; I have moved too fast, and the dizziness threatens to pull me back.
"God, you look like a pretty little thing sitting up there in that big bed. All of that long, blonde hair. He is going to be so happy to know that you made it out of those life-threatening injuries. Dead."
My brows arch; I can hear a feminine voice, which is certainly weird. For some reason, I can't bring myself to look at the owner of the voice. Her tone is warm, but it feels miles away, echoing as if she's shouting from the far end of a long, dark tunnel.
My eyes focus on the long tendrils of my hair that fall over my face. Blonde and silver. The silver has grown so much.
The nurse clicks her tongue, perching on the bed beside me and gently patting the back of my hand. "It's okay. I spoke to your father. You might not want to meet him, but he's eager to see you."
