He drops to my side instantly, hearing the worry in my voice. “Yeah?”
“I think you need to call the doctor back.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” His cool fingers press lovingly around my face.
I glance to the corner of the room again and back at Nathaniel.
“I’m hallucinating that James Roe is standing in the corner of my hospital room.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and peek one eye back open.
He’s still there. The world-famous actor gives a bashful wave before he smiles at the floor.
Nathaniel frowns.
Then I notice a beautiful blonde woman holding his hand.
“You’re not hallucinating,” Nathaniel says. He turns to the two new occupants and waves them forward.
“You’re probably right. I wouldn’t hallucinate him having a beautiful woman on his arm. Or with a shirt on,” I mumble.
The blonde snorts with an appreciating nod of understanding. “Hi. I’m Maggie May.”
The name rings a bell in the back of my mind. Maybe because of her relationship with James Roe. James freaking Roe. Standing in my hospital room.
“You would tell me if I looked horrible, right? What’s going on with my hair?” I ask Nathaniel in an attempt to whisper.
He smiles dopily. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the room. Just like always.”
“Nice of you to say, but I have eyes. And she is a knockout.” The drugs in my system are clearly making my tongue loose.
Maggie May laughs. “You look great. And don’t worry about Roe. He’s just an actor.” Maggie crosses her arms. “He doesn’t even have any cool abilities.”
I freeze at the mention but nobody else reacts. Except Roe. He nudges her and raises a flirtatious eyebrow but I catch the sneaky gesture. A blush spreads and she chews her cheek to keep from smiling. There must be some things he’s good at.
At the mention of abilities, I look to Nathaniel. He shakes his head once like even he is still processing. “A lot has happened.”
Maggie steps forward. “We have a mutual friend.”
I don’t understand. I don’t have any friends except Angel …
“Angel?” I ask.
“I refer to him as O.G. You call her Angel,” she nods. “To be honest, I don’t know why I assumed O.G. was a man. I’m not sure what it says about me.”
“To be fair, I assumed Angel was a woman,” I say, wondering now if Angel ever explicitly said one way or the other, and for the life of me, I cannot recall.
“Well, until we get some answers, I’ll be using gender inclusive pronouns,” Maggie announces with finality.
“Good plan. Wait. So you know Angel?”
Maggie shakes her head. “Sort of. O.G., your Angel, reached out to me when I first developed my abilities and has been helping me ever since. When everything happened with Zebulund, they got me out of a tough situation. But nope. We’ve never met. Nothing more than texts and a shady phone call.”
I tense with recognition and then regret it because the action hurts my bruised body. “That’s how I know you. You’re Ms. Mayday! You brought that asshat to justice.”
James Roe says with a grin, “Just sentenced to forty-seven years in prison.”
“Let’s hope he can’t weasel out of it,” Maggie says. “He’s part of the reason we’re here.”
