"Cough, cough..."
Grace Winslow woke up in the middle of the night.
She had been overwrought with anxiety, and now that she could finally relax, her whole body ached.
The pain from her wounds felt magnified, exceptionally sharp in the darkness.
"Are you okay?"
A familiar voice sounded beside her.
Grace looked up in surprise, meeting Archer Rhys's worried gaze.
She forced a smile. "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
"I heard there was trouble at the textile factory, and I figured it had to be you." Archer turned, poured Grace a glass of water, then helped her sit up, tucking a pillow behind her back.
Grace took the glass. "Thank you."
"It's nothing serious, so you can go home. I should be safe here in the hospital, and besides, Gordon Lynch has already been arrested."
