The Last Royal

Chapter Eighteen

Leah's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, not quite knowing what to expect. I remembered the attack vaguely, and I remembered being dragged somewhere. The question was...where?

Blinking rapidly to get my eyes used to the light, I glanced around. I was in a hospital room. I think.

White walls, a hospital bed, a couple needles stuck in my arms. With a soft sigh I noticed the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor, my whole body hurt like it had been in a car accident. My muscles were tense and a large bandage covered nearly my entire stomach and torso, I tried piecing together the events of the attack but it was still fuzzy.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I held an internal debate on whether or not I should get up and find someone to tell me where I was or staying in bed and waiting.

Deciding on the first option I sat up slowly, instantly becoming dizzy. After swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I frowned as I pulled out the IV in my arm that held a slow trickle of clear fluid. I wondered how long I've been out...a few hours? A day? More?

When my bare feet touched the cold tile I cringed slightly at the coolness of it while I took out the other two needles stuck in my hand and other arm I winced, feeling the pain of my chest wound for the first time since waking up. It stung like a bitch.

After glancing around the room to find something a little more decent to wear than a hospital gown that was open at the back I found nothing interesting except a bed sheet. I threw it around my shoulders grumbling about shitty clothing options and opened the door only to smack my nose against a rock hard, yummy smelling wall.

Wait. I recognize that scent.

"Damn it! Leah why are you out of bed you should be resting!"

I narrowed my eyes and growled as I recognized the owner of the chest that had bumped in to me so savagely.

Ok, so I bumped in to him but it was his fault. Somehow.

"Go away Nicholas, you are the last person I wanted to wake up to." I grumbled, sounding more like a child throwing a temper tantrum than a grown woman of royal blood.

"I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out Leah, and you will hear me out. But first, you need to get back to bed. I'll call Jacob and let him know you are awake, he'll want to check up on you."

I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way I could possibly dart around him and find the exit, at least not in this condition. Huffing slightly I turned around and threw myself back on the bed a little too harshly for my muscles liking. My body nearly burst in pain and I whimpered softly, clutching my belly.

He was at my side in less than a second, gently supporting my aching body in his arms as I tried but failed miserably not to inhale his heavenly scent. Cursing myself for being so weak I feebly tried to push him away.

"Leave me alone Nicholas, I'm sure Lucy is anxious to see where her fiancée has gone off too. And I am anxious to get the hell out of here and continue my journey. Where are my clothes?" I nearly spat out the words Lucy and Fiancée through gritted teeth as anger took over me once more, dulling out the pain.

I glared up at him, feeling the bond between us writhe uncomfortably at the confrontation. The pain and feeling of betrayal came rushing back to me, it would have made me stagger had I not been sitting down.

Turning my head away from him to avoid his pained gaze I shrugged uncomfortably and resorted to ignoring him. Or trying to at least.

"Leah...look, about Lucy..." He was interrupted by the door bursting open, revealing a beaming Eric who instantly enveloped me in his arms and hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek and making me blush furiously, remembering the heated kiss he had stolen just before the attack. It must have been quite obvious because the look on Nicholas' face was murderous.